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Perfect Imperfection

Rebel of the System
When errors of our fellows rub us in the face
When their mistakes bring us to a place
A place of anger or hurt
We want to bid farewell

When it all comes to us
That to err is human
And mistakes will forever be
Then we go rather to a place
A place in our minds
To choose to accept people as they are
Maybe in hope of some change

Joy amidst battles
Laughter amidst squabbles
Light and dark together dwell
Sharp contrasts that meet

Two that should be separated by their opposing nature
Find perhaps some happiness to nurture
Something beyond their flaws
To still find need for a single course
I call it perfect imperfection

What is the Curse that has separated plagues from their vivid calm.
This delusion that perceives to wealth of soul -but abandons the soul in a place of dryness.
This Madness that befalls mankind
It is that which moves men in search of nothing but what they will gain.
The Scales are fallen
The balances are tipped over
Priorities laid haphazard
In whose bosom values are lost.
Thee in whose name is the gift scarce
And in whose name the gift has been scarred.

Consciences are burnt with the mark of it.
Minds that seek endless for an endless pleasure.
Hearts that know no content.
Who has made this piece of paper God over us.
Is it we who have?
Pleasure comes to us again like a child we can embrace
We who be thoughtful minds will rise to say :This is the World that we have known

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