Title: “Perfectly Flawed”

Cautious I was as I stood on my perfectly crafted grave

Steps carefully calculated as if marching through vipers

Then it hit me...

Why am I moving like I'm not vicious?

Like I'm some kitty kat—

No meows in my vocals, I'm a tigress.

Moved mountains just to see the faded green,

Wondering—where went my fortress?

Not much to see when the eyes are bleeding

My wealth—I could forfeit,

Seeing as my inheritance only sowed destruction.

And I?

Well... swallowed up by my convictions,

Couldn't separate my heart or my soul from the contradictions.

Flawlessly flawed I was,

With the most perfect imperfections,

Filling up the void with self-made prescriptions.

Yes, I was no better than—

So like some engineering project, I was still in construction.

Coursing through holy to unholy,

Religious to sacrilegious,

And blessed was my conversion.

Thinking my morals weren't flawed was the perversion—

When reality itself is an illusion.

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