Superficial

Eloquence of speech does not garner satisfaction being verbose, at most, only proves to show ones higher learning but to have a higher yearning for something thats burning inside with a rage that cant be circumvented its unrelenting the way at which it eats and devours your soul vanity... the devil's favorite sin vanity is in says he so they buy up all the shiny things and flaunt their belongings puffing their chests like a rooster but speaking out like a weakling Superficial they say but i like nice things says he I have a PHD and I earned everything so allow me to dwell in my things... You may be able to swoon the masses with words so beautiful that it amasses and wells up a feeling so profound that even the meanest tigers of Africa are soothed by your words but without zeal and works your words are as empty as your home and your heart Wordly possessions come and go the number of lovers is not flattering its degrading engraving in you a mark that's hard to wash off hard to lose hard to leave hard to breathe choking out your last breath until the stars become black spots and the vision becomes blurry but surely you were warned by mother when you were a child that vanity would do you no good poor thing... now you are alone gone sad lost depressed repressed and at the end of the road when you feel that all is gone and you are done He comes and no longer are you alone extending a hand for you to take a decision for you to make to quit get up and stand and then start your journey anew with the mindset of humility and candidness denouncing supercilious matters annoncing the new message, the new gospel in the new temple... not adorned with priceless jewels and rubies but rather lambskin with simplicity its merely that which cures superficiality