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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.

horus8 15-Jul-02/12:40 AM
Dead city radio. u r rollin. thanks for the dessert. Hermes Trigamestus




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