Born without a path or a handrail
To guide them through;
Made unequal in their eyes,
So much so that no-one saw
Anything past those first blinding scenes.
A misunderstood imbalance,
Did it scare the 'normal'?
Are their words perhaps purely truth,
Untainted by those claiming to speak
But hiding their dark misdeeds in
Their oh-so-pure robes?
How are we, so infinitely misunderstanding,
Able to discover or speak this 'truth' they speak?
Shall we wait, as they try to deem unworthy,
And hold all faith in the highest in foggy uncertainty?
There are no answers to these questions, are there?
Farrelei Community Member 
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