| OUTCAST |
| Under a neon-lit sky of ever dark Lives a man in his own personal Togetherness His eyes blue and cold as death itself His heart red and warm as love forever An outcast from societies cradle Left to die but not to vanish He's the conscience of humanity The one we need to feel Disgust over his conditions Delight in our prosperity You don't need Light to feel Darkness But you do need Darkness to know The Light |
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