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You are my druids, my pagans

You are to me the blessed ravens,

Awoke, and aware fighting for change

The spiritual beings living beyond range,

Of what many may describe as the norm

Weather watchers looking for the storms,

Challenging lies and corruption

Not sheep following government seductions,

Fearless and courageous beings

Questioning everything dwelling in existentialism

Not fooled by the illusory but see realism,

You are my druids, my pagans

You are to me the blessed ravens,

You are full of love and peace

Not those who are angry, bitter and craven.