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Passage written for us Pagans.



Forget not the days of old

And recall the stories told

Of the burnings and the screams

Do they ever haunt your dreams?

There was a time when freedom died

It was an age of genocide

The Inquisition at the door

The Church of Rome in a holy war

They broke children on the wheel

In the madness of their zeal

In the shadow of their wake

The innocent burning at the stake

Children resist a return to the burning times

People be wise to the power of their lies

Be not fooled as those who were fooled before

Children, oh children, be free, be wild

They came to bring the good news

To burn witches, pagans, Jews

Said they were the Shepherds sheep

Whipped old women through the streets

Then the turning of the tide

From the truth they could not hide

Now the darkest age has passed

The Goddess has returned at last!

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ladySnowStrixx
22:43 Jan 13 2010

That Was Beautiful.

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wolfie3
11:02 Jan 14 2010

i dont know much about Pagans or wiccans, but i would like to know more and become more educated if that is otay josh?

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Territhian
01:32 Jan 21 2010

Ooh josh I loved it :)

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TheStalkingNightwalker
03:30 Apr 22 2010

great stuff

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This I pulled off of my coven high priestess' Lowgan's page (seawitch)



I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.

But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.



I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.

But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.



I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.

But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.



I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by.

But, you didn't see me, riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.



I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children.

But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.



I saw you, stare at my long hair.

But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.



I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves.

But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.



I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos.

But, you didn't see me, cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart.



I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.

But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.



I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.

But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.



I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.

But, you didn't see me, pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.



I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.

But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.



I saw you, race down the road in the rain.

But, you didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.



I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.

But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right.



I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.

But, you didn't see me, leave the road.



I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.

But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.



I saw you, go home to your family.

But, you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.



I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.

But, you didn't see me.

I pulled this off of losinpa's profile. Unknown Author.



I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the woman who died when the EMT's stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"