Serated Cacophony of the Heart

A short glance to the exterior of things,

A man in all incompleteness & flaw…

Here are the sores that are the flowers of my character

But lo and behold…tis a light that shines from the inside,

tis the fire that cleanses… the spirit of a God that loves me so.

And I tell you this…with all serious of manners,

A mortal like me definately diqualifies the mark,

the proverbial fool in cool thread of a husk

An excuse to illicit all your laughters,

hail hail to this embodiment of all jokes,

But a close look, now and you’d be pissed if you know…

an excuse for His grace to ruleth it in all,

down it comes now, the towers of all the natural.