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Day Seven of NaPoWriMo:

The width of his wallet determines his chance.
It tugs at her heart strings and sways her affection.
The people around him find him more appealing.
It alters his life goals and aspirations.
With a transaction of crisp dollar bills
or a slick swipe of a platinum card
everything he wants is just a pocket length away.

The only thing he can't buy, is the one thing he needs.
Its not obtainable with money or materialistic matter.
He's a fool to think he doesn't need it.
He's fine with the things he has got
For where your money is , your heart is also.
Underneath the pristine facade of glamour and wealth
is an empty man with a poor soul, who would have thought?

I died for beauty

Day Five of NaPoWriMo: 

I died for beauty,
To be looked upon with pride.
To be called His own daughter
and kept by His very side.

I died for beauty,
For what I lost, I gained.
For He became my Savior
Forever His Kingdom shall remain.

I died for beauty,
Not the beauty of this world.
But the one who died for it
The One who came to serve.

I died for beauty,
For His beauty shall be proclaimed.
By the creation that surrounds us
By praise we sing His name,

I died for beauty,
Because without Him I am lost.
Upon that cross he bared
and paid the ultimate cost.