through the fog in my head
i can still hear the sounds
of drums beating in darkness
an ancient rhythm
that beckons me
to stand under some open sky
on some distant planet
to scream at gods
that are long forgotten
by those that worshipped them
to speak the ancient language
of words that make no sense
the thesaurus of gibberish
every words melts into the next
i can feel the drums beating
like a heartbeat in my chest
i can still hear the sounds
of drums beating in darkness
an ancient rhythm
that beckons me
to stand under some open sky
on some distant planet
to scream at gods
that are long forgotten
by those that worshipped them
to speak the ancient language
of words that make no sense
the thesaurus of gibberish
every words melts into the next
i can feel the drums beating
like a heartbeat in my chest
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