expFACILITY – HAUNTED BREAKCORE 4 HALLOWEEN

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In twilight’s hush, where shadows play,
A rhythmic pulse began to sway,
A beat so strange, it seemed to mock,
As if some demon had taken stock.

The DJ spun his records round,
With samples wild and sounds unbound,
Glitching beats that made one quake,
As if the very fabric would shake.

I felt myself begin to sway,
My feet tapping out the disarray,
My body jerking to the frantic pace,
As if I’d lost control of my place.

“Good heavens!” I cried, “What sorcery is this?”
But still the music held me in its bliss,
Each note a jolt, each drop a thrill,
As if my very soul was standing still.

The crowd danced on, entranced by sound,
Their feet stomping out a maddening round,
I joined them, helpless to resist,
As breakcore demons possessed our wrist.

And when at last the track did cease,
We stumbled forth, our senses released,
But still I felt the rhythm in my bones,
A lingering echo of those frantic tones.

Ah, that mysterious case of the shaking beat,
How it left us shaken, yet incomplete,
For though we’d survived the demon’s sway,
We knew we’d dance again another day.

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2 thoughts on “expFACILITY – HAUNTED BREAKCORE 4 HALLOWEEN”

  1. In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
    A rhythmic pulse began to sway,
    A beat so strange, it seemed to mock,
    As if some demon had taken stock.

    The DJ spun his records round,
    With samples wild and sounds unbound,
    Glitching beats that made one quake,
    As if the very fabric would shake.

    I felt myself begin to sway,
    My feet tapping out the disarray,
    My body jerking to the frantic pace,
    As if I'd lost control of my place.

    "Good heavens!" I cried, "What sorcery is this?"
    But still the music held me in its bliss,
    Each note a jolt, each drop a thrill,
    As if my very soul was standing still.

    The crowd danced on, entranced by sound,
    Their feet stomping out a maddening round,
    I joined them, helpless to resist,
    As breakcore demons possessed our wrist.

    And when at last the track did cease,
    We stumbled forth, our senses released,
    But still I felt the rhythm in my bones,
    A lingering echo of those frantic tones.

    Ah, that mysterious case of the shaking beat,
    How it left us shaken, yet incomplete,
    For though we'd survived the demon's sway,
    We knew we'd dance again another day.

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