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Feb 2012
Throw it down to the stage
let down your guard
place your worship on this altar
the cackles of men and witches preside over all.
Keep these Gods in their cage, or free them
it’s all down to you
but they must be appeased
they bring you to your knees
with string and cymbal
withdrawn or symbol
watch them hard
as their eyes roll back in their skulls
the keepers of music; they hold the halter
or release it  for you.
I'm not sure exactly what to title this, I've gone with 'Centre stage' for the moment as it's about musicians...
Written by
Aoife Mairéad
850
   Prabhu Iyer
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