Miscreants and Blackguards

There is much to be said about the beauty of the soul

Glorious, untouched, pristine white

And yet there is something about imperfections that make us human,

The spirit stronger- the flaws make us mortal

They make us see that the world will have you one way or the other

Let the toxicity of it seep in, revel in your vices,

Let it corrupt you from within and rot your insides...

The world will have you one way or the other

The follies of human nature will have you one way or the other

Cherish this moment- where you let go of perfections and perceptions

Celebrate all that is ugly, all that is dark

Realize that humanity lives on in you,

But now you are really human...

The world will have you one way or the other

Embrace it and let go...