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We are the poets, the dreamers,
Imagination is our kingdom,
The defeat of realism our goal.
Our worlds are happier than existence,
Idealise and criticise enterprise,
Freedom of speech in the mind.
Thought cannot be silenced,
By those who cast the first stone,
Too weak to receive the second.
We are the damned, the writers,
The thinkers, who do not destroy worlds,
But make them, create them, debate them.
We are not gods, but mortals,
Fashioned from ribs and dust,
And old men’s tales, for
Today’s fiction is tomorrow’s history.