Whisper and speak
In secret meetings.
But you still reek.
And that smell
Will be identified with you,
For the rest of your life.
No matter what codes you select,
That stench can not remain undercover.
And your 'calling'...
As 'you' put it!
Is going to have you isolated
For the rest of your life!
And the tragedy of it all...
You believe you have been ordained!
Putting a blemish on all humanity.
And those like you,
Who believed they too...
Function with minds that are sane!
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