Dancing.
It's Escelating.
Equal and Anonymous,
We fall upon our face.

Living.
Intoxicating.
Morbid and Degenerate,
We become commonplace.

Kind,
Yet desecrating.
We become legitimate,
and all fall into place.

Laughing,
And confiscating,
Controban from masses,
As they go about their race.

Subjigating masses,
Our God becomes equality.
Anoymous and pulsing,
People rising to their feet.

Indoctrinating, selfless,
Anonymous society.
Like small children,
Expression meets defeat.

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