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Meliorist 's digest

"Meliorist's digest " I am a Man. A Man of many faces, ever since l found my true identity, Most things known to me are through heuristics. Yes l am foolish at times, I lie, steal and cheat my way out. I hurt myself and those that love me, But my heart is in the right place for l know myself. I was never engineered to be a perfectionist, so please do not judge for you too are human like me.... Wearing my heart on my sleeve, my dirty laundry out in the streets, this is what l am made of and that is Grit and Realism, for l try and that's all a Man can do. I try, l try and try sometimes cry, for l am alive. Hated for my honesty, despised for my flaws as if they got halos, a lot on my plate, many on my shoulders, a Giant in the sight of pandemonium. Yet they don't see, blinded by judgement, deeming themselves better. Oh well! I really couldn't care less for God's opinion of me is the one l pay attention to. Life is not easy so l keep it moving, l fight, swim with Sharks just to be be a part of something, Compared to those who worship evil, l am simply an Angel with demons, forgive me for my sins Christ. My life is in his hands, I am fearless, apologies to the masses. My biggest regret and mistake was selfishness at the expense of others, Putting holes in your pockets, purses and wallets due to the bastardization of inner strength, self esteem and self dependency. I am grown now and l know better! I know better not to be a parasite, not to wrong others, it's all in the past now like the days of Saul before the Saint Paul. Dare devil! Calculating my risks, steady in my movement towards success, stealthily l am going through a beautiful metamorphosis like a butterfly. Investing in my self and Christ. This is my life, doing what l got to do, please let me be.... My path cleared through a tough soul that endures and ensures l keep my eye on the prize despite the tornadoes of life. Keeping things in for no man deserves my trust, like me is only looking out for themselves, Tit for Tat! Consequences of my wrong doing got me buried deep into a depression hole. Stressful outcomes of last night 's moronity. Understand this is the carnage of my past will never be my destiny! Christ is my remedy. Haters in my way, serpents in my face, clowns on my porch and fake Poetesses by my bedside. Nomatter how hard you try, you can't  break me, defeat me, intimidate me, irritate me or incapacitate me.... A mellifluous approach to all that l touch, for better days. Hands of steel, turning clay into gold. A heart of acceptance, no man is worthy to be loathed, only Lucifer pepulses me. A mind with gorgeous dreams that transformed a sinner into a Winner!

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