Novel stimuli entice the eyes

Constant confines within newness

Useless anticipating for soul to rise

For it is starving only for trueness.

Undeviating itch not to miss a chance

For the would-be monetary takings

It is the self-promoter's hungry glance

It is the castle in the sand in the makings.

Avoider of silence, inapt to stay put

Earnest seeker of renown and recognition

The seed of desolation taking its roots

A slave of unpromising fruition

Unattracted to Invisible Reality

Allured by self-worship and gain

Trapped in self-import and "originality"

Impervious, by degrees, to others' pain.

Impressed by undertakings of figures vain

Craftiness, sneakiness color the game,

Intruder, offender with no dose of shame

Touchy, thorny about its fictitious reign.

Reckless purveyor of lies

Permitting uncontrolled craze to rise

Unwilling to grow free, and untie

The leash from the Father of Lies.

Can swimming with streams of lie

Harvest fruit, bring on high spirits?

When immersed in tides of lie

Can soul ever rise and fly?

And innermost workings be known

By envious and tainted eye?

The lips that wontedly lie?

Alas! Abolish the lie

With Truth comply

Not by envy, greed

Reform, not die.

Dream and dream

Of the royal crown

Sacrifice Supreme

The lilies white

Search for Paradise

Seek the royal crown

At His Feet be renown.