Audacity
Systematically disabled,
are born we,
The judged and condemned,
Children of freedom and true liberty.
We the humble,
Struggling to be chain-less,
Not ruleless,
Acknowledging our guilt,
Yet asserting our internal salvation.
They will hate us,
My brothers and sisters.
Do not be deceived.
Know that in compromise comes consequence.
What entity of imperfection dares to be in the presence of flawlessness, and esteem itself as equal? The audacity.
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