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12-08-11 2:43 pm
The music blasts into my brain through the headphones
 And my world is silent.
 The music seeps into my soul as I glance at things around me.
 I step back
 
 The music lets me look at them, it lets me see truth
 All the faces turn into so much more them what I saw of them before
 These faces are alien to me 
 There something entirely different from me
 
 I can see the evil side of them
 I can see their demon griping their shoulders, strangling them with their tails
 I can see the good side of them
 i can see their eyes, and see their love and hear them sing their songs
 When they sing I hear the battle of good and evil flowing out of them
 It scares me just because there is no good or evil, not just or unjust memory
 It’s like they are these perfect immortal creatures, that despite their age and wisdom they know no true understanding of the world
 And I can hear their screaming and frantic cries
 I hear them grow louder and louder their yells trying to grab hold of me.
 I hear their screams reach out and attempt to tear out my eyes
 Because they are lost and scared
 And now?
 
 I pull out my headphones 
 The sorrow shrinks back and I see only them
 In their simple forms
 no demon griping there shoulder no screaming
 Just simple things talking to one another about the tensions of the day
 I feel their presence though 
 Of the battles going on inside them
 Those strange creatures are gods
 And I'm one of them
 I'm a god.

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