I was born beneath a singular sign and I’m nothing like the rest,
I don’t conform to the masses, I disagree with their figurative best. Disconnected but not alone, I trudge this binding path,
I stand in awe of humanities blot with my potential cut in half.
There are others out there like me that sense the repressive shroud,
And like me they will not abide to the willing of the crowd.
I know the time is pending, so I stand in attentive yearn,
For the day that sees the humble powers, to this earth return.
~David Phillips~

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