In a world where virtue gleams so bright,
A clean soul's purity, a radiant light,
Yet some, with hearts consumed by vice,
Prefer immorality as their device.
They cast their shadows, deep and wide,
Switching sins to your side, they bide,
Accusing you of deeds they've sown,
In darkness, their own sins are known.
But stand firm, let not their malice sway,
For beauty's grace will light your way,
They may desire to see you fall,
But you shall rise, above it all.
In this cruel world of envy and disdain,
Let your clean soul, like a gentle rain,
Wash away their bitterness and spite,
And in your beauty, find your might.
For those who seek to make you weep,
Their misery, they forever keep,
While you, with grace and love untold,
Shall rise above, a pure soul of gold.
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