We thought the heavens were perfect
There are no blemishes in holiness
Then we built an entire mindset based on perfection
Millenia of evolved delusion
Celestial mechanisms managed by inherited untouchables
The enabling of war, the honor, and pride
Just because the weapon is blessed doesn't mean it is sacrosanct
Just because that machine is beautiful doesn't mean it will not kill on mass
The focus in finding error has lessened the need to make understanding
The priority of profit has enforced creativity as an exclusivity
Institutionalized standards ill-define exclusivity and impoverish blemish
