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    dots Submission Name: The Perfect Art of Imperfectiondots

    Author: rws
    ASL Info:    58/m/ohio
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 2778/1297/258
    Words: 106
    Class/Type: Prose/Misc
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    The Perfect Art of Imperfection

    Im not certain of the flowers
    Draped on skulls too sage to bear them
    Wreathed allusions to an ancient Eden
    Lost in the pseudo innocence
    Of organic foods and green police
    Fine causes for superior martyrs
    The best and brightest, all self-starters

    New empires enflamed with an old disease
    Elders grotesquely groping youths
    Idealists fondling fantasies
    And we have reliquaries to abuse
    Ideals adrift on darker seas
    Id rather not suffer hell confused
    By the mirror theyve made a deity
    In citadels both engorged and doomed
    Wistful perhaps, but not penitent
    An offer of blood without covenant

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      It amazes me how powerful the last lines were.

    Being from a country dominated by Catholics, it really is quite sad how much we haven't learned from our ancestors - a lot of them still carry God with a knife and a cross to manipulate the world into this one sided idea of perfection, and a lot of them still suffer for it. They believe that religion is pain and sacrifice. A lot of them believe that feeling pain absolves you. They believe that it's supposed to make the soul feel better. It's just sad because a lot of it is just based on literal stuff; mimicked and hoped to be used as some sort of absolution for a life that is filled with nothing but guilt. It's robotics at its finest.

    And if there is a God and s/he is all knowing and all powerful, I'm sure that s/he wouldn't want that. S/he wouldn't want us to feel sorry for the way we are born; s/he would want us to be proud of it.

    Nice piece Bill. Well said.
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