Mirror, my mirror!
My self- made image God!
It is you I adore!
Selfishness has built an inner altar in my heart.
To you, my ego, I deserve the best of me!
I promise not to question who I am,
As long as I walk on the red carpet,
A little money to my character is a big deal.
I was told souls have no price,
So, it is just my body - bones and flesh.
Wholesale! Big savings!
My body, my sanctuary!
My image at sale!
Nothing to do with me.
Don´t you see? I am a celebrity, brother!
Behold! How fit I am … and skilful!
I devote to you everything I am.
Untill no more of me will be seen - a rebirth! The 'supreme'!
Stardom is the paradise where my soul shall rest.
My heaven right below my feet:
A star on the walk of fame,
A fallen bright star!
Come see me! Watch me! I am at your disposal!
My image … my body, my eyes, my hair, my beauty:
A corpse.
Obed R. Souza (20th century) Brazil
Source: Seeds (Obed R. Souza's personal blog)
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