Here is a shot at poetry
My soul dismays at the sight of righteousness
In terms of good and well, I stand in foul
In terms of life and vitality, I walk in fields of death
In terms of purpose and transparency, I exist on levels of decay
When standing face to face with the mint, I find the original unbearable
When called to be perfect, I crumble under pressure and rejection
When called to effect, I am disabled by the affect I have
After the structure of a warrior, I succumb to the element of a coward
Built to be redeemable, I am most to be disposed
Because when you recognize the facts, miracles, chances and opportunities
you are faced with the same reality, I am and always will be, man.
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