Perfect Perfection
Perfection is always a goal
Crushing a person's soul
Trying to be worth gold
Slowly crumbling under the mold
Souls gathering up building a cult
Trying not to get a single insult
The whole world being corrupt
Going into constant pain no one can interrupt
Truth be told society is pure disgust
This whole universe is very unjust
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