We call it perfect,
But in reality, it's far from it.
To become perfect is to be strong,
To be smart,
To be quick of wit.
To be perfect is to sacrifice something.
There is no choice,
For it is the only price to pay.
Thine humanity must be lost,
Be sacrificed and eliminated.
For 'tis when thine humanity is gone,
That thee might become perfect.
Loss of heart,
Loss of positivity.
T
he sacrifice I made,
Was far from worth it.
For I am filled with hatred,
Hatred towards hate.
Have the understanding of what thee might have,
Cherish it forever and always.
Not everyone is granted such possibility,
Love your family.
As I only wish I could.
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Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
