Music
By leftboy
Fri, 03 Dec 2004
- 992 reads
We gather to this dispensation,
An earthly union to gain,
A festival for our generation,
On this grassy plane;
Music leading a celebration
For all those who have come,
Calling a congregation,
Sounding on the drum.
Endless beats thrum forward,
Jolting and inflexing,
Heightened by the chemicals,
Braincells all connecting.
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