Illogical Cure

the itch started ages ago.

there is no cure.

a diseased race of humanity, are we not?

salvation is unattainable, is it not?

except for hope in One so perfect as to put us all to shame.

so we therefore hide our faces and cower in fear of Him.

who are we that He would die for us?

we do not deserve You, yet You say we are fit to be Yours.

Author's Note

Honest opinon on rhetoric and content appreciated

Reviews

[Arabdha]

a quiet complaint this one is..against the all-consuming vices..against imperfection..