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"Perfection" Reimagined

 Some say peace is buffer time for the preparation of war

Just as God's irony strikes again

For there was eternal peace and hope


The reach for perfection, 

A cruel joke

Designed for one purpose

To become more.

Yet God never applied the rules to himself.


But Lucifer believed,

Grounded on perfection

No room for mistakes

Excelled did he

Never reached the same sentence,

the same reverence

As the true holy God himself


Levels of perfection are a myth.

Yet, Lucifer can never be better.

For it was the one and only creator 

Who ordained him life


And just as roots who go too deep

Inevitably hits the cruel, relentless magma

Dragging Lucifer down the abysmal depths


As desperate as he,

Lucifer seeks his hearth

His homeland

But found none


The unforgiving gods shunned him.

Always relentless in competition for

The "trophy"


So seek did he,

The crevices of heaven

Yet nobody understood him


There was solely one choice left to make,

Backstab his creator,

The father of life

Or continued on

And yield himself,

Forever blunting himself against the wall


So he chose the ladder,

Subsequently, falling


The depths of hell welcome,

Lucifer was home

For here,

Perfection, a thing of the past

Here, imperfection was the only perfection

So, no longer could he look at his 

Brothers and sisters

Eye to eye,

But no longer did he need to

For bliss, achieved

Purpose, fulfilled


But he did miss God,

His graceful and promising hands,

Waiting,

Forever love, unconditional

What he would give to just--

Embrace his creator


But the rain subsided,

As the frost of

Years, decades

Of straining

And now his resolute purpose, unflinching

Everything washed away


Perhaps God isn't so perfect after all,

Creating imperfection.


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  1. Alan BishopOctober 19, 2024 at 5:22 PM

    This piece represents the stress that is place on political systems with god being their naive image of how the government should act. Results will often be catastrophic leading to ideas such as "the perfect race" hence the devil.

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