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Pride is what you think about yourself while vanity is what you do to please what others think of you.
Fear from their violance, their favorite weapon, sharp and cruel,
The masses hand, their tool,
They wield it quick, they wield it sly,
To bend the soul, to make it comply.
To walk unseen by the masses' spite,
One builds a mask for their appetite.
A shield of vanity, just enough,
To tread the world where fools are rough.
But more than this, is a dangerous snare,
A gilded trap, a poisoned air:
A life confined by the gaze of fools,
Where puppets dance to imbeciles rules.
To walk apart, though lonely the way,
Such is the meaning to own each day.
No care for their status, no burdened plea,
Just the privilege of being truly free.
So cast their rules and games aside,
Make your conscience, not their ranks, decide.
A life of purpose, steady and true,
Not for the world, but for you to pursue:
Free from vanity noise,
Rooted in depth, in meaning, in choice.
Fear from their violance, their favorite weapon, sharp and cruel,
The masses hand, their tool,
They wield it quick, they wield it sly,
To bend the soul, to make it comply.
To walk unseen by the masses' spite,
One builds a mask for their appetite.
A shield of vanity, just enough,
To tread the world where fools are rough.
But more than this, is a dangerous snare,
A gilded trap, a poisoned air:
A life confined by the gaze of fools,
Where puppets dance to imbeciles rules.
To walk apart, though lonely the way,
Such is the meaning to own each day.
No care for their status, no burdened plea,
Just the privilege of being truly free.
So cast their rules and games aside,
Make your conscience, not their ranks, decide.
A life of purpose, steady and true,
Not for the world, but for you to pursue:
Free from vanity noise,
Rooted in depth, in meaning, in choice.
