The world was evil and lonely in its core,
so man saw a need for
a call of sorts.
Stakes that stick out are hammered down to conform,
genius and weirdness should bend or fall.
Our resistance is sickness and a cause for concern,
so when lines are drawn our mind must be stern.
To the shadows and phantoms who fail to light up,
the bench is warm and your fence should be obscure,
and sixth man is your best till your value is implored.
But with your darkness comes might in resolve.
leave because bright lights lead the way,
doesn’t mean you’re useless or need to give chase.
You’re a place in your own space,
so leave not a trace,
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