If you take pride in your personal beauty
If you think your race is special
If you love the car you bought
Or giant screen television
You are a fool truly
Your race is common, not precious
Your car is less special
Than the metal with which it is wrought
Your values leave you imprisoned
For you are worshiping the created
And not the creator
And like a sole star
In the black of your soul
Your idolatry burns bright
All that you hoped for
And patiently waited
Those precious fruits
Of your labor
Will never bring you joy
Ignore the creator
Uplift the creation
Leaves you only decay
And torment
Hell's caress
As you burn
With envy
Hate
And pride
In things
That are
Meaningless
