Beasts

Ugly thoughts transform beauties to beasts

The praised and revered

Become vermin in the streets


Though their form never changes

They remain the same

The part that matters is contaminated, what a shame

And so the beasts go on without ever knowing

How sickly they really are, the resentment ever growing


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