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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365533" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Devil Arises As Dionysus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There we are as children running <br>In the fields of our youth <br>Un-aware that the clouds of cotton candy innocence <br>That gather above our forms <br>Are future storms unwinding </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What defense have we against the hounds of smug faced intolerance? <br>What defense against those that would have us burnt for our beliefs? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A crimson devil dressed in white <br>Dances for the souls delight <br>Within the moment now and then <br>The sword is crippled by the pen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is music upon the air here <br>Rhythms new and intoxicating </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Devil arises as Dionysus to lead the dance, <br>The horned god from the moist night enveloping <br>Incites madness within the hearts of our kin, <br>Fueling towards the notion to rise here we are <br>Starry eyed children lost within another’s dream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her mother is burning, the child’s eyes swell <br>And higher they raise the temples of hells forgetting. <br>She is watching, keeping caged the pain now raging, <br>Her skin is aging eons as the seconds pass <br>And they are laughing, watching as the child <br>Floods the memory with a waterfalls cascade of fear. <br>And buried without grace, remembered with no face <br>She is left to burn, as they turn, the gathered, and the ignorant <br>Dirt ridden with guilt, surrounding with smiles the pyre they built. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Circle of girls entwining is moving in and out of time, <br>The forest night is silent, even the gods watch with intent. <br>The rhythm is fresh, new and slow alike a springtime morning, <br>Virgin flesh is writhing in a frenzy of cyclictic motions, <br>An ocean of orgy devours inhibition, blood stained satin sheets and satyrs <br>Are parading monstrous phallics towards the doors of the vaginal mansion. <br>These girls have never known penetration before but here <br>Within the motions of the dance they know ecstasy as real, <br>They feel throbbing hearts pounding, breaking down reality. <br>Laughter, screams, orgasms fuel the madness of the dance. <br>Blood flows a river of crimson delight as we dance the night eternal. <br>Spirits are rising, faint shadows of another world are moving upon our plain. <br>And I am as one with my shadow myself, delving into a world of secret seductions. <br>Leaving sanity upon a shelf of indifference and rising towards radiance. <br>Dance with me, leave sanity behind and ride the wind just for a night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Banshees shriek beside valkeries riding upon a tempest riot <br>As we dance, chancing upon the moment to rise. <br>Changing with the skies as we rise unable to fall, <br>Calling out to the honor of the dance to forgive us <br>But no hope is there for foolish lovers of the nightmare </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There's something lost here <br>Swallowed by the shadow of fear <br>There's something left un-shown <br>Forever lost unknown</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lacey">David Lacey</a><div class=q>
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In the fields of our youth 
Un-aware that the clouds of cotton candy innocence 
That gather above our forms 
Are future storms unwinding 

What defense have we against the hounds of smug faced intolerance? 
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