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Shut up and Dance (Free verse) by NeeMan
Becoming none more than a shell
containing Celtic thoughts of wisdom
Psychedelic spirits
from which it inherits paranoia
Toxic psychosis
Hell
Captivity through wicked spells
Self-summoned serotonin cells
Beware, the rhythm rips
apart from mild neurosis and
euphoric wishing
wells
Dwelling through darkness, sweet
oh children of the night
Slaves to rhythm recklessly
wrecked our ships on trips
of self-inflicted
heat.
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