Gather all we cynics and outcasts-nBastard line of the insensate kindred.nMonolithic, we are what won't sway in the wind.nWe do not fall.nnAs we feel deeply and think long,nWe give rise to compassion-nThis is how we trouble ourselves.nIn the mockery of flesh this is dissimilar.nnHere malcontents are made,nWrought forth in the hammering of the human spirit.nA rising of iconoclasts to disunite those bonded in apathy.nHere malcontents are made,nSkeptical of the ascension of man.nnAll embattled we cynics and outcasts,nRaze and reshape the accepted social ordered for total re-humanization.nnnI am a cynic and an outcast,nA human affront to inhuman beings.