Hymn Of The Exiles Poem by Fred Rik Kesner
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!
Sunday, April 27, 2025
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