Genre
Aware,
I may not
Appeal to others.
But, I know the truth
The world is an illusion,
Not the safe harbor for conformists;
Yet, I can't be fragile just because I was,
Outcasted from the heedless reign of the traitors
Arrogant and stubborn they can't see the verity, but an illusion
Perversion Is their abode, far from their own conceived ethical norms...
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