Outcasts
by crystal tiara

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there is good,
and there is evil
or so they say.
and in their eyes
we are the evil ones.
perhaps we are,
but perhaps we aren't either.
yet how do you distinguish
what is good,
and what is not?
it's like distinguishing which is the truth
and which is a lie.
they think of us as obstacles
but for us, they are the ones in our way.
inhuman is how they describe us
yet they kill
and it is justified.
it seems as if even the gods have turned their backs on us.
are we being punished for merely being born?
fate has not been kind to us
for we have been scorned all our lives.
we are the outcasts,
the scum of society.
they say there is a god.
perhaps there is,
perhaps there isn't.
but no one hears our prayers
and it's hard to cling on to empty promises.
yet still we come together
searching for deliverance
for a chance to get what we so desire.
but good fortune is never on our side
since even the gods scorn us so.
and when we die we'll just fade away
forgotten, like footsteps in the sand.
but for everyone else
life goes on.