Outcasts
Come; hear ye outcasts,
Ye lost in the shuffle,
You are chosen among those fighting,
for rank in the scuffle.
Your undying pursuit, though seemingly at a distance.
The unrelenting passion, fueling without resistance.
Come; hear ye rejected,
Cut from the mold of a different kind,
Says the Master of the banquet,
“Gather them all, they shall be mine.”
While never striving...
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