'Eons' - 3-parter competition. (IADU.)

 
 
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Eon Blue Apocaylpse[/font]  
 
 
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Dogs of war death ensemble  
with these dealers cuttin dirt  
and dumpin' their hydro hollow dope.  
I bought in  
& made a deal with the damned;  
only damning myself in the making.  
 
 
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Eons  


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My guitar is an extension of my body.  
My fingers, woven wishfully to my left wrist.. are its wings,  
its thumb the Guitar's spine support.  
My right wrist its conductor; signalling bio-electric static  
through the strings in an amplified echo of its beauty.  
 
With every strum  
and every pick  
and every drum.  
 
I close my eyes, my forearms flex in  
fluid muscle memory, poised below my fretboard.  
I sit here and play for the tornado to take me.  
 
 
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Eon Red Apocalypse[/font]  
 
Woven words woe the wicked  
whilst wrenching riffs rock the righteous  
we've all got a little good 'n bad.  
Without me being a sinner  
there's no you being a saint.  
So sodden on off to heavenhell.  
 
 
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