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Fingers, turning to off color lead, hours on end
sparks flying, strings tearing at the air
violently
take the ritual stance
(Feet spread out-arms up-neck in the air-lean back...)
Do the Ritual Dance
(Bash your brain
into the shell of your skull
make some room
for a bit of noise)
Trash it, Breach it, Grind it, Tread it,
Knight It
Anoint it.
Grab that
Overdrive knob, Kid
And Just
P.
U.
N.
C.
H.
I.T.
- by SainTheArc |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/03/2008 |
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- Title: Punch It
- Artist: SainTheArc
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Description:
A poem on how to take the stage
I gotta' figure out how to format it the way i had it originally - Date: 11/03/2008
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Pet_Detective84 - 11/11/2008
- sure
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- SainTheArc - 11/03/2008
- thanks XD
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- rockn rollercoaster chick - 11/03/2008
- cool
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