The shape of devil

That unwanted shape,
That hide our calves.
That overall that covers,
Our well traced silhouette.
That's the shape of devil,
Which spoil our beauty.

To the girls in twenties,
The sugar coated chocolate,
And colored sweet drink,
Are the shape of devil.
For it makes them look buggy,
In shape which mess their fashion.

To the lads in middle stage,
Highs and swagg hits hard.
The gravity of modernism,
encourages selfishness.
That's the shape of devil.
it steals gentleness of manhood,
By sawing seeds of trashness,
Which ruin fathers of society.

Married couples die from lust,
Which adds layers of rust,
On the rings of fidelity.
Comparisons of satisfaction,
Is the shape of devil.
Which washes beauty of unity,
And uproot cells of society.

It comes in different shapes,
It scan the weak side.
It seduce and later hunt the prey,
It makes us all victims of our ego.
That's the shape of devil,
The false interpretation of us,
That's the battle we have on,
For we are created with enticing beauty.