Flawed Less

Revival

I died tonight...

So my soul could live.

The imperfections interceded with the positive directions I was supposed to follow.

I died tonight...

So my spirit could elevate. The chaos on the ground floor pestered my conscience until it soared.

I died one death in cold blood. I was killed because I was stubborn. But the Creator wants what's best for me, so he had me killed so I could be...free.

Flawed Less

I'm broke.

In all aspects. 

Like the faucet in the projects dripping, that's waiting to be fixed, while the landlord's getting his fix. All white. All rock. In veins. In vain. 

I’m beat.


All around.


Like physically, really mentally like a game, candy crush. 


I’m an addict.


Same mistakes.


Like putting my hand directly into the same fire and repeatedly saying, “ouch”. 

I’m human.


Be invincible.


Like playing super heroes as kids because the seeds were planted in us to be flawless. 

So, sorry Beyoncé I’m a repeat offender of flaws.

I’m just a HUMAN ADDICT that BEAT ALL ASPECTS.

As you view from the top to the bottom. I view from the bottom— u...

Man-made

Sacrificial rituals of the body