Touching untempered aristocracy with bare hands,
Holding contempt seemingly contagious appall,
Breaking caste,
I am seen an infidel.

Questioning centuries of faithfulness with bare mind,
Standing trial before overzealous slaves,
Breaking One,
I am seen an infidel.

So,
As you refused to listen,
The thoughts of your infidel will continue to be written.

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