Continous,
Never stopping,
Forever on the move,
Place to place,
A travelers life,
Yet not one of my choosing,
Hiding,
Fleeing from the Church,
The cruel do-gooders,
Those who burn my people,
They call us heathens,
Pagans of demon magick,
Yet we are all human,
People, like them,
The only difference,
Our beliefs,
And how we act upon them,
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