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Drumming Circle

Discuss your life moments that defined your present
To tell the scars and smiles that precipice limits
The full-fledge withdrawal of the ghastly minutes
To the beating rhythm of the living event

Beat the drum to orders as the eyes are hearing
To nose the pure feelings as the ears just echo
And the purity hands will see past the demo
To the truth far within the reaches endearing

Stop and think about it, the times that mattered most
Remember how caring the values that was earned
To the stakes through the heart, the crosses that were burned

Lying on the death bed while walking on a coast
Memories will trigger emotional response
Yet can bury deep souls without a renaissance

◄ The Island's Hosts

Stupidity ►

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