LIVE
By audrina
The faces of savages surround the bandstand. A single note escapes the instrument of power. One being holding capabilities of the lord almighty. Devilish grins peering onward. A blending of spirituality crushes life as it be then. Ears nourished with sounds of escape. Souls vibrating with blatent sexuality. Freedom the whispered purpose. Temperatures of great capacity rise with frustration. Hours pass by in seconds. Amazement for the rage at hand is swept away by pure innocence. A box lay in the fields of liberation. One recollects the day in which will soon fade to a forgotten smile. Another memory added to the graveyard. Another box lost in the shuffle.98, Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 04:24 AM PST 0 • 10
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"The faces of savages surround the bandstand...."