Perfection
A perfect man has no place
In this fallen abandoned race
For what is perfection in itself
The pride of the godly and a deception of self
The virtuous speak of values and takes others to task
But who will tell what goes on behind that lovely painted mask
Sham! All is sham! Give me a human as human as he can be
To show you truth in all its simplicity.
Copyright © Venetia Crasta | Year Posted 2011
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