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Salvation

We could never control
the speeds of our hearts
before we heard this music.
The composer is God
a king ruling over the
rhythmic universe, the
instruments only there to
glorify Him. He sends
vibrations through our
eardrums, which send
electric currents to
our brains, and we don't know
how any of it works, but
we're moving less than a
nanosecond behind. The floor
is Heaven, the people tapping
their feet seek salvation.
We can save the world.

wellll i meant to write about dancing, sorry

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  • rhetorica gold member
    November 27, 2008

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    I would change one tiny but important bit,make God the conductor or the composer instead of the drummer
    people are sometimes called Gods instruments,i like how you have used that thought literally in a musical sense
    well done
    bye