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Crash: tales from a moshpitI am watching the process of decay.Crash: tales from a moshpit by AlexSaysHello
There, in front of the stage, surrounded by dark walls cluttered with posters, stickers and permanent ink, is a living ruin.
Anticipation is tugging my heart in opposite directions, splitting it into two between the exit and the pit.
It's an angry swarm of dark denim knees, the flints of fists hitting faces, handfuls of hair and blood-ash elbows. Vocal chords are dragging tight against guitar strings.
With my thumbs hooked to my belt loops, I flatten my left shoe with my right and chew my lip. My eyes strain from trying to punctuate the crowd. Under the flash of angry shadows, so many angry kids become a singular mechanism. I am watching one ecosystem, a beast.
I lean toward the pit. I want to smell the rage and sweat and spit, let my insides adapt and reach equilibrium before I submerge. But my pulse is telling me otherwise, racing so fast, slapping my palms; a Morse code reminding me of all the instincts and fears we are given at birth.
Are you cra
We all bleed red.MorningWe all bleed red. by Lividia
I mean you no harm
but you might be alarmed
when I shatter the calm
with the silent truth
about the use of arms
in the corrupt western
war on Islam.
Aint just troops pushin up daisies
it's babies, civilian women and old ladies
anyone inbetween Bush and his gravy
can expect no mercy, your funeral could be
your wedding or your birthday.
And it aint just Iraqis on the blacklist
Bush has a hitlist he likes to call the axis
of countries targeted for media hysteria
North Korea, Iran and Libya
or after Iraq he might hit Syria
and all the rest of the world does is bicker
while Bush is busy trying to rival Hitler.
To the protestors on my left
through the cold and hunger
Protestors on my right
we'll get the warmongers
To those who stayed the course
we gonna reap the gain
To those who murder without remorse
NOT IN OUR NAME
Tony aint gonna stop us now
we're still roamin London's streets
wearin' out holes in our feet
cos we're true to the peace cause
no matter what kind