hymn of the exiles

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They call us mad, they call us cursed,  
For we will not bow to their painted gods—  
Their temples reek of incense and decay,  
Their priests chant empty words to dying fires.  

But we—we keep the old flame alive,  
The wild song, the untamed heart!  
Let them rot in their gilded cages,  
While we ride the storm, unchained!  

 

 

 

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This all too brief poem

This all too brief poem sounds like a working script for a film that only a director, like Kubrick had been, could adequately handle.


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Thanks S74rw4rd157. Will look

Thanks S74rw4rd157. Will look into unveiling the rest should it be there to unveil.


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I look forward to that!

I look forward to that!


Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]

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Here's the link to the

Here's the link to the extended version: https://www.postpoems.org/authors/redbrick/poem/1126729 

 


here is poetry that doesn't always conform

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