Flawed

How the human soul yearns,

for the golden feeling of victory,

an accomplishment so valued,

and yet this is a fault of humanity.

The emptiness inside ones soul,

the endless hope of redemption,

yet not one can gain the freedom,

but will anyone reach true perfection?

An eye for an eye a heart for a heart,

two wrongs don't make a right ,

but the standards they do distort, 

snuffing out the last of the light.

hope is gone for all ,

you cannot even see a glimmer,

humanity is definitely not worthy,

but we must pick a winner.