Perfection

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We’ve all looked perfection in the eye,

The deep, neverending abyss of pure hatred.

We search,

Into those mysterious eyes,

For answers.

A map, or even a clue.

Sorrow casts a shadow upon Perfection’s face,

Behind that shadow,

Perfection is laughing.

For he is the King of Failure.

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