Jungle Beat
The creeping rhythm
Like a dark bare tree
Traces your shadow
Hangs relentlessly
Such dreary desire
Passionate yet not free
Like a murderers lust
Prone to outburst
In the backwoods it beats
Burning all who dare
Such lonely sensations
Can be hard to bare
Under it's spell
Confounding, lost
A beatific present
From the gods
A way sealed and lost
Ancient lore long forgotten
But seal turns to sand
The mask cannot hold
The potent fury
Of the jungle beat
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