Music
By punkman79
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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MUSIC
We gather in this dispensation,
An earthly union to gain,
A festival for our generation,
On this grassy plain;
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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