All eyes are on them
All conversations are silenced
The prophet's eyes are clenched tight, sweat makes tears
It's too hot to wear a shirt- everyone is drenched
They look like primal warriors
Thrashing, jumping, swaying
Shaking and praying in a furious trance.
FURIOUS BODIES
SWEATY FACES
TORN TEE-SHIRTS
BLOODY BROWS
BROKEN TEETH
SCARS OF WAR
BATTERED KNUCKLES
TWISTED BODIES
DIRTY HAIR
SMELLY PITS
RUNNING INTO WALLS
SLAMMING BODIES
KISS THE FLOOR
SMASH YOUR FACE
BREAK YOUR FINGERS
RIP YOUR JEANS
SCREAM TILL YOU CHOKE
DANCE AROUND THE FIRE
PRAY FOR THUNDER
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