Death is Perfect

A clear blue sky lacks definition,
A blank slate characterless,
Beware of the one without blemish,
Beneath the serene surface
Lurks the deepest secrets.
Enemies with flaws
Will learn to handle
Lily white friends,
Suspicion will poison minds.
Even the supreme ones
Of all faiths
Must have some failings
To create us mere mortals.
Strive for perfection,
Never perfect.
Death is perfect,
End of the road.
Useless.