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I am not just a being
shunted from the face of the earth
by the cruel hands of humanity
i am the cause of divinity
whose effect attends every transition

I am the sermon offered by clergies
a prophesy for your unbelief
the episcopal light of fancy
illuminated by rays from a nether-world
where even i may find rest

I am not just a vision
slept upon by uncertainty
trembling at the sight of adversity
i am the gallant gladiator
the mascot of every salvaged dream

I am the proof offered to the world
the relief for the hapless cynic
eluding traps of green-eyed gods
i am all you'll ever become
i am the look upon your face

I am you!

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