The perfection clause doesn’t apply,
Yet we struggle to be flawless.
Society demands perfectionism,
But the perfect human ceases to exist.
We are all sinners in an imperfect world,
In a universe that is filled with faults.
Immorality is part of the individual,
A mind which consists of defects.
Misdeeds will prevail in this life,
As wrong acts continues to thrive.
The soul can live based on virtue,
Following a path where dignity rules.
Even though we can’t be perfectionists,
Striving to be finest person is enough.
