To the mortal figure’s disarray, engraved with imperfection and mistakes- a masterpiece of mass destruction, rejected discard of disfunction; was not god’s final work of art, a complex design of a skin deep cast finalised with a beating heart.
You need help finishing this? I can't tell you what to do but... I'd do something with maybe animal life or plants.
So gentle leafs curve, Across a sweet green ground Nor civilised enough, to even make a sound.
I don't say COPY that and I don't belive it fits the rhythm of your poem anyway. It's a good poem but it's smart to make it longer. Maybe you could talk about mortal inventions? Hope I suficed!
I have loved the words and I have hated them. I only hope I have made them right.
You actually need help finishing THIS? Why? It's fine the way it is, short and to the point with a lot of big words in between, I actually really like this and I'm not just saying that. I've written plenty of reviews where I don't like what the person has to say but you, this, it's very good. It's so short that I like it!
Life isn't like a box of chocolates. Life is more like a jar of Jalapenos, what you do today might burn your rear tomorrow!