What is the price of failure?
How did it steal into the world?
What mark, what damage is dealt by its smack of discern?
Who's punishing us; mocking us with a cold stare of pale intent?
Dose our doing really effect the world?
Does it help a tree to grow or the sun to shine?
Where is perfection; dose it even exist?
Will we ever purge our fallen mistakes?
Or will they stay like fissures on the Earth; forever scaring our face.