Hey. This was a nice read. In all honesty I feel quite a bit rusty with poetry these days, but I can tell that this has a point. I have very conflicting feelings about this poem because it seems almost encased in biblical imagery, which I don't like. Call me a heathen, it is what it is. But the later change in tone of this poem, towards what I feel like is a comical self-derision, I very much enjoy.
I don't normally like repetition, because of how closely it seems to fall in line with manipulative psychology, but I think it serves well in this poem. The message is subtle enough that I feel like you're not throwing it in people's faces. It's like a well delivered retort that treads the line of boldness, but is held back by a modesty, or reservedness, that ultimately makes it even more respectable.
I'm not doing well at delivering these, but they're meant as compliments. You're doing things I don't like well enough that I enjoy them, en dépit de moi. Which, to me, can be the sign of a good poet – taking something beaten, dead, disabused, and making it, a least momentarily, interesting.
The pitfalls of this poem would be (what I would call) the sometimes random uppercase letters, and the typo at the end (feat = feet). But those are minor details in the grand scheme of things.