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Steps.



Stepping down into a blind faith of anticipation

Peering over a flowing sea of slaves obedient to a masterful percussion.



I plunge in.



Joining them in the flooded room of symphonic booms that rattles the boards beneath me, slamming the walls beside me



Freedom, as a I extend my arms, my hands, looking to the ceiling in a silent rejoice



Listening to a kaleidoscope of synthetic sounds as I respond to every beat through movement with a loss of independence.



And then

Silence consumes.



A sudden sheet of darkness covers the floor.



A much needed pause that stops us to a halt

To breathe, and look around to see others, like me, who are still standing on this altar most appreciative.



There's a faint tempo progressing in the foreground.

Followed by a string of strobing lights that dash from one side of the room to the other as I spin around to follow in amazement.

I turn back to see my king posed on his elevated throne looking downward upon his collection of subjects.

And with a wave of his hands, a smile from his face

A voice of angelic purity soars with angelic ease with a note that resonates from his tower made of speakers and sub-woofers.



The bass and percussions once again ignite and accelerates at a welcomed pace with the light, oh and the light, joining them hand-in-hand providing



A sonic synergy

A sonic stimulation that overcomes you when the light breaks the darkness that's around you



Inside you



The darkness that surrounds you everyday, in which you must break free from...