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The beat goes down, and the lights go up. Splash of colors fill the room. ROY G. BIV Ecstasy fills the air, Everyone is intoxicated by the moment. Colors mix. Colors dance.
Life is touched in gold, and bathed in silver Touched in nirvana, bathed in desperation, by affliction, by mysterysome pain, never promised gainBathed in the blackness of the loud, engraved in the brightness of the nightsculpted in the shadows of
Nobody should die becuase of love. They should not die because of hate. People may die of illness. People may die of old age. Why kill over differences? Why kill over your hate?