The cancer within,
Not a healer could cure.
I carry out evils,
In the guise of the pure.

If ye seek to find me,
And put end to my sin.
Ye must simply start,
By looking within.

Use not your mirrors,
For vanity's sake,
But look at yourselves,
And see your mistakes.

Do not turn your heads,
Full of foolish pride,
While the cancer within,
Eats at you inside.

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