What I Am

How can you fix the human spirit?
We were made broken.
God put us together with flawed machinery.
A twisted heart here…
A hopeless soul there…
Cold calculation and unending apathy.
Combined with your misunderstanding.
It is a deadly mixture of toxic life.
How can you fix something that was never whole?
Something that was engineered to be contrary to what is good?
I am not the sum of my faulty parts…
You must not become what you were bred to be.