Does Christ need a false beauty,
The kind that conceals sin?
A heavenly soul is perfectly lovely —
Who could perfect it further?

Stone, metal, a wig or paint?
Elegant shoes or a Gucci cut?
A prostitute, kept by a sugar daddy, is pretty,
But the consequences of binding yourself to her are painful.

Bodily charms blind the victim
With one corrupted from within.
Decorations often mask a dead one,
Poisonous to a person’s salvation.