We may have had to, during the course of life, compromise.
Like the dwindling fortune of a mouse.
But we don’t further have to compound the vice
By more and seemingly undetected lies
But by resorting to deep-seated and repentant cries.
There are things we do that break our hearts
But definitely not the things we’re adept at.
But the unthinkable practices of the flesh
That are fashioned for self-gratification.
They appear to us devoid of imminent destruction
But the cause depression and repression.
Our flesh also makes its contribution
And our undiscernment also makes its donations.
Anytime we’re found compromising
That causes personal and emotional uprising,
What do we do to avoid further clanger?
Especially a vertical and divine anger
That causes an explosion like a Xmas banger.
Do we continue in it not minding the danger?
Or what practices do we present to a stranger
Who holds us in very high esteem
When we know ourselves that we’re redeemed?
Is compromising a minus or a plus?
Compromise can be projected in two ways.
For a noble cause and a negative purpose.
Compromise is a shift in one’s standard
The negative part is adopted by a bastard.
It’s negative when in one’s life it causes a retard
Like a tasteless and creamless salad.
On the marital pedestal, it’s incumbent on both parties.
The woman and man’s ego must be compromised.
It’s needed to make the marriage work.
At your workplace, you need not be bamboozled to compromise.