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My eyes are portals to my soul;
what they see is taking a toll.

So I ask myself in everything:
is it righteous?
is it pure?
is it lovely?
is it to be admired?

My mind should dwell on such things,
not the world's corruption.

Does it make me its slave
or does it set me free?

So many things seem like freedom
but they have chains attached.

My mind is a temple;
what it thinks, I worship.

I need to fill it with objects
that are worthy of praise.

It must be saved from defilement
because once evil enters
it cannot escape.