Author's Note: Hey. This is a sestina I wrote, mainly because I was bored and I had an idea for it. If it's totally terrible, feel free to tell me. Anyway, enjoy!
-Cade
Disclaimer: I'm making things up again! I don't own Elder Price or anyone else. They belong to Trey Parker, Matt Stone and Bobby Lopez.
Something Incredible
I was supposed to do something
And it would be incredible.
But God let me fall.
I'm no longer perfect.
I don't believe.
God hates me.
"God loves me."
And isn't that something?
Shouldn't it make me believe?
But I didn't do anything incredible
and I'm far from perfect.
Why did I have to fall?
The others haven't noticed my fall.
They still see the missionary me.
They see me as perfect.
Arnold's the one who's done something
Incredible.
He's made the Africans believe.
Why is it so hard to believe
and yet so easy to fall?
And nearly impossible to be incredible?
If I tell them, will they hate me?
Is them knowing nothing better than them knowing something?
None of these answers is perfect.
I loved being perfect.
I loved being able to say that I believe.
I had something
easy to fall
from that mattered to me.
And it was incredible.
Why does everyone else get to be incredible?
I've learned, the world isn't perfect.
It doesn't work the way they told me.
So I've learned to not believe.
It wasn't so bad to fall.
And isn't that something?
It will take something incredible to get me to believe.
It will take someone perfect to save me from this fall.
And they will not need me to do something.