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god drums
The god drums in my mind drive the resident thoughts to war at a constant, the war, for the
appeasing of the drums (which in the end are only the bass line to some crappy song
long forgotten) blood for glory, and hope and light and bliss to try to overcome
this lust for war, and it is rarely quiet here, the shouting and grenades and gunfire, or more
primitive sounds of flesh against flesh, but there is something in the fight that burns for beauty
alone and this is what i focus on, this beauty, it is reinforced by outside sources and that is a
strengthening factor in the decisions of who wins the battle today.
Shouts and fire, spurring me to
constant action, distraction, always never always never...justice, but whose justice comes to win this day?
beauty, love, fairness, holiness, self, others. there is no right here in this sickness and purity combined.
and then, it is a field....the winds are picking up, blowing the long grasses to and fro and there is light
and there are people here who love the light and want the right and they are all in white and never fight...
but then the god drums come again and push and push and fill me with rage and where am i going to go
to escape this ever-torment?
