Blessed are the poor, for they
are the door to treasures. Woe
to you, captivated in righteous
pride for your roots will wither.
Those who hearth is deaf, the one
with sight is blind, if ye seek the
heart, you lose your feet.
Therefore, be wise and just, walk
with love and act with kindness.
For all are hollow husk that will
decay unto dust.
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Wise wrote the poem...... Truth is fluid, undefined.