.Outcast: A Battle Cry

Oucast kids,

What's the point to fit in?

Rejecting the status quo,

the center of their woe.

Born to stand out,

wear that badge proud.

Walk on the edge,

with a steady breath.

Followers make traditions,

you bring revolution.

You are a symbol of strength,

dignity, honor to the highest degree.

The average person watches in envy,

but you laugh joyfully.

Thousands would die for your courage,

but few can truly live it.

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