Her scent is like the sweetest summer meadow
her windows of good heart and joy a pure duty
she smiles with radiate knowing of all
in her light she is dusting beauty

See her in all her might and glory
bow to your true and only lord
there is no incredulity  
when she is dusting beauty

See the shine she gives to the believers
the ones she choose for the curiosity shop
those fundamental creatures dark
and with chaos, the cream of the crop

Oh she does dust beauty well
making bank accounts do swell
but we are dusting beauty now
and we are sending her back to hell


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris