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so, I see that you are sad.
vile human moral is what drives you so mad.
sickened by it, most of us are, it’s only trivial
but you will endure, your tale will be of survival.
Days are no longer about winning no glory.
Hearts are broken and veins are eerie.

Every lane you walk will have a crack,
for we all have fortitude and fault.
But humanity is fabricated in a way that sees only black.
Imperfection is malignant, it spreads like a disease.
They will call you names and make sure you hear it.
“You will never reach the stars this way”, they shout,
their judgement is not where you stand, so just get out.
Opinions do not mold you, you are not their clay,
one tiny step forward and you will reach the stars this way.

So I can see that you have forgotten to shine,
mutilated are those feet that once walked on cloud nine.
Darkness has swallowed the cosmos, apocalypse has begun.
Smile, not because you can
but because your beam will become the new sun.
Your endurance is a roller coaster that only goes down,
relinquished you stand, there is no one around.
You didn’t ask for much, just one faithful hand,
but drained you are and forsaken are the streets,
aspire standing with the crippled bone anyway,
for no other people will be crutches to your broken feet.

Bless those mortals: beaten, exhausted and flawed
this is for the rebels, misshapes, awkward-s and odds.
Let me mask you in my wing, prevail you to the land unknown.
This inure influence will never leave you,
no longer in extinction you will have to roam.
You will be cherished, you will be trained,
embrace this grasp and I will call you my friend.

So, I see that you are alone.
Decipher my force and I will build you a home.