It all comes down to what we term occult and weird;
the struggle to keep in touch with plausible and real.
While some of us believe there’s no telling what is
next; would you follow what is preached if mind is
Amid the dull, mundane we appear as odd and queer;
our voice though low at first, in time is bold and clear.
The world at length will chide if we dare to persevere;
care not if echoes squall upon your throbbing ears.
In empty, mocking thicket plunge a sterling spear;
Adopt a path defiant above life of doubt and fear.
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