Woe to he Who is Imperfect
By MessenJah
Forget the bad times from the bad times
What are they for?!
Subtract the good times, they aren’t in the equation
Greater than or lesser than? Wonder which side is the sign is facing
Woe to he who is imperfect
The doctrine of empowerment, the theology of success
The dogma that a dog must have barked out after playing fetch
With Qoheleth, during his sermon of surpassing,
Enduring his teaching of better, so this is me pursuing a preaching on envy
You see the mission is to be the best, the bestest,
More best than the best there is, the best there was, the best there will ever be
But the best you’ll never be
Because by trying to be the best you automatically forfeit your bestness
Bird’s eye view over the crowd pullers,
just a distant eagle eye because I’m shia (shyer) than laboeuf
I scout my prey with talons of jealousy so I fish them out of the waters of what they do
Because no one deserves wider oceans of people than the ones I pull
No one should grace stages I haven’t graced
No one should do things I’ve never done
Its all fun and games till one becomes a pro at the game,
Teaches the teacher and leads the leader
I’m a busy bumble bee, I transform hard work so all my non existent haters will see
That I am at the optimum of my prime despite my young age, just look at Nasty C
I wanna be the Mbappe of poetry, push so I can be signed by PSG
But I keep pushing in all the wrong places like when you contract an STD
I want progress to pause, I’m a gifted turtle that wants to catch up
But nowadays seems theres no kalulu willing to take a nap
No kalulu is ready to stop watching their favourite series so I can catch up
But I’m a ninja turtle on the second episode while every other kalulu is on the second season
And nobody deserves to be ahead of me, or at least my envious Master Splinter didn’t give me a reason, but he told me:
“Celebrate
“Celebrate
“Celebrate
“Celebrate”
He told me, “Cheer for the right team when in the bleachers and stands
“Haters will always hate, envy is the same when you can’t stand
“The progress of others, accomplishments of brothers”
For envy had me in crutches asking “Why does he get what I want before I do?”
I confused the standard of my life, I used men as a litmus paper
But Christ is the standard, and He gave me the marking key with the question paper
He grants me ability that’s undeserved, I was reserved for grace poured out from the reserves
He put me in the first team so I don’t have to sit on the bench with reserves
Cloaked in my pain, cloaked and daggers stick out of my heart
I immediately bless the person I envy and don’t give that nasty Enemy a head start
They say run your race, but that’s the problem, its not a race
Neither is it a marathon, why does running have to be involved?
Walk with me… If you’re ahead of me I’ll follow your tracks
and add them to my playlist: Walking music
Headsets plugged in, zoned out, not minding how far or how fast I am
All that matters is that I reach where I’m headed
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