Like imperfection, doubt is odd.
Like doubt, imperfection evolved.
Unlike belief, belief is born.
Unlike perfection,
perfection was created.
Imperfection and doubt were never part, never part of us.

Like Imperfection,
doubt still evolves.
Oh! how I
wish these two fall,
fall hard, fall apart.
Because they were
never part,
they became part but
were never part,
never part of us.

Just like infected perfection,
belief is no more strong.
Just like perfection, belief is wilting.
I just hope imperfection and doubt fall apart,
for perfection and belief to bloom again.
Then will I proudly say ;
They are never, never part,
never part of us.