Choir

Singers scream epitomes across the empty isle.
A hinged hallway before the heeded entrance.
Gentle giants gallop amongst the great gasps.
Let’s go.
The singers sing Sonata amongst the soaring seagulls.
Voices of vice vow to volunteer victory.
Kings crash down to the descending plains.
Shackles shatter from the stone slabs.
Awaken the waking way.
Fly toward a fickle freedom.
And let the curious choir chant your name.

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