Perfect imperfection

We all strive for perfection,
Casting aside all our emotions,
What has made us this way?
Must be judgement i have to say

Darn fools try to make things perfect,
What use is it when it's impossible,
Cause we all live in a cursed world,
Darn fools are all just being insects

Babies that are genetically modified,
It is not God's way of planning it,
Can't they see,
See that perfection is just right in front,
But they are blinded from the truth

Others suffer their consequence,
It's not fair you say?
God has his way of setting things into play,
So wait my son,
And let not suffer dismay