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Flesh of Glory, Flesh of Dirt
One was born like a star in the sky,
skin pure as light, with no need to try.
The world would cheer, the crowd would adore,
he walked through life with his hands full of more.
The other was born with a twisted face,
his life was a blur, a cold, empty space.
He heard only mockery, pain, and regret,
a shadow of silence, the world’s cruelest threat.
The beautiful rose on wings of gold,
his every move worth a story told.
The ugly was left in the dust, alone,
a name forgotten, a heart turned to stone.
They crossed paths once, by cruel chance,
the handsome just smiled, a glance, a dance:
“Are you alive, or just left behind?”
And walked away, leaving no trace to find.
The ugly man sank, lost in his mind,
the world moved on, cruel and unkind.
For beauty was praised, and pain was ignored,
and the ugly was nothing, forever ignored.
One was born like a star in the sky,
skin pure as light, with no need to try.
The world would cheer, the crowd would adore,
he walked through life with his hands full of more.
The other was born with a twisted face,
his life was a blur, a cold, empty space.
He heard only mockery, pain, and regret,
a shadow of silence, the world’s cruelest threat.
The beautiful rose on wings of gold,
his every move worth a story told.
The ugly was left in the dust, alone,
a name forgotten, a heart turned to stone.
They crossed paths once, by cruel chance,
the handsome just smiled, a glance, a dance:
“Are you alive, or just left behind?”
And walked away, leaving no trace to find.
The ugly man sank, lost in his mind,
the world moved on, cruel and unkind.
For beauty was praised, and pain was ignored,
and the ugly was nothing, forever ignored.
