To be made of humanity is to be apt to make mistakes
Why, such does be true
Else, we would never have fallen from the skies
Else, we would still be angels with glorious Earth caring abilities
Mistakes do be why most of us do feel ruined
As if for perfection only we are made
As if we are born with the need to be all pure and clear
As if we are know it alls, having abilities to predict and prevent mistakes
Why, Mind you, to be made of humanity requires us to be kind to ourselves
To be made of humanity requires us to accept our beings
To accept that to mistakes we are so prone, even if we desire not of such
Pray, to be made of humanity requires us to be meek and humble to each of our kind
For none does be perfect
None does be eternal
We all are, in the end, made to leave off our body
Yes, sadly, the truth such does be
So pray, love yourself the way you are
A unique being you are, even if you are not up to perfection
Yes, a unique being, sharing with the skies, a unique fated path
So, pray, do your best in whatever you do, and do not forget to share a laugh
The word Humanity does not have the same meaning as being Godly
Only Him, whatever be His name, does be all perfect
Us, fallen beings, we are prone to be made of some sort of defect
Pray, be humble and learn to accept this fact!
Do your duty with a fully devoted heart
Do your duty and give yourself always the most of life's comfort
For remember, humanity has an age old history of mistake making
Yes, but even then, it does still be going strong!
Thursday, 12 May 2016
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