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When the deafening dead drum beats pierce the air Strong echoes reverberating through the mind With its soul-shaking sensations And mind-maddening melodies Halting the hisses of hateful hearts Even as it was, is the noblest act Flowing freely from a free fair spirit. ...The sweetest poison is brewed The most attractive trap is laid A death so dearest is designed... Smothered is the mind's sane judgement Compromising the heart Standing the soul for a dance A dance so macabre yet thrilling A dance so grave yet exciting A dance performed less conscience and reasoning A dance unto death.

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