Circle Pit and The Pendulum

Open the chamber doors.
The venue is a place of worship
And there is nothing holier than the stage.
Flawed poets.
Throwback Gods.
Sing the scripture
You felt you could have written.
Make it gospel,
It helps you feel less alone.

Drink ticket eucharist.
Duck taped set list.
This is a ceremony.
A cult and its devotees.
I want your eyes fixated on me.
Scream the words,
Fingers pointing,
We understand all of this is
A momentary reason for living.

Speak in tongues.
Bang your head.
A show is the closest thing
To a religious experience
I’ve ever had.


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