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jonas whitney adam kara driskill audra

 
your dance is like a battle; a boom in the west skyline reaches to mark its scar to the ground - to the east i see the raging lights splitting the wartorn arena to its end.

for some reason my body starts to sway; the beats that rumble above me send a sensation to my feet. a rock step ensues and the jazz of the peircing trumpets flutters into my chest.

i feel fear
i feel free

the surrounding sillouettes start to reak havok on my imagination, the light bringes them closer, and a smile ensnares my face. a wicked smile that brings the brow low; a wicked smile that means in this battle, all will be consumed. we will dance in this rain, we will splash this filthy crud to our knees and we will swollow the wounds of the clouds and we will laugh a devils laugh.

its strickly maddness really.



 ::: posted by Eddie at 10:23 PM


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