Perfect indeed.
i am a breathing billboard of flawed perfection, yet the minute i accepted Grace
i was made ‘perfect’ without exception
For the concept of hope is the eminent scope of salvation
So no matter corrupt the members of my body erupt
my soul is encased in an eternal vocation
my heart has to align with the sublime mind
and then in time my perfectly flawed perfection
will shed its’ flawed side and shine
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