drumbeats
this is the magic
this is the course
this is the dreambeat
as taken by force
the wind knows no windows
the soul knows no doors
as the drums of tomorrow
beat up through the floors
this is tomorrow
and yet today
and yesterday's children
remain in the way
as the dancing continues
with dreams held at bay
the night hides the drumbeats
that fall through the day
and carried away
with a clock and a bell
flies twenty straight virgins
from visions of hell
the stories remembered
not one could retell
the drumbeats redeem
what the music can't sell
and passion has drizzled
through a trickle of time
with the poisonous hunting
the magic of ryhme
for purity's poison
the acid of lime
the drums are all broken
and sold for a dime
but the beat would continue
through forest and hill
the music would shatter
the dead and the still
and tomorrow would waken
all of yesterday's will
for dumbeats, like echoes
the swords could not kill
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