Good is a four letter word, 
More powerful than sword; 
Forming the life’s core-
Without which life is sore; 
Bad is a word with letter three, 
Built upon the vice tree; 
Hatching evils in minds free, 
Stop it before it kills thee; 
In night’s darkness hunts the Owl, 
Like the vices from the heart of any soul, 
As in the day the rose fragrance flows, 
Goodness spreads happiness in full bowl;                
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