INADEQUATE
A pit has grown; A fiery pit,
Born of stagnation; Raised by languish,
Left unattended; Left to rage,
It digs deeper; Unearthing demons,
Demons who torment; Torment the silent minute,
Filling it with scorning; Scorning the inadequate,
Pacifying the vigorous; Creating the feeble,
Left unattended; Left to torment,
Torment with libels; Until perceived as true,
They hold truth; But are falsities,
They convince the great; Convince him he is his failings,
Stripped of his belief; Belief in his greatness,
He too scorns; Scorns his existence,
Convinced of falsities; Convinced he is inadequate,
His pit deepens; His rage intensifies,
At first it lashes; Spazs in all directions,
Nothing changes; The pit deepens,
His anger swells; His fury inflames,
But something murmurs; Something buried deep within,
It whispers of truth; Of his unclaimed throne,
It strikes him; Strikes through the libels,
He screams; "A truth today a falsity tomorrow!",
He has found a truth; The truth of his inadequacies,
Here lay his enemies; Here lay a direction for his fury,
His fate is set; His battle is painted,
He has a perfect war; A war for perfect,
Victory shall be his; Greatness is afoot.
Alexandre Cabanel – Fallen Angel - 1847
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