Metal (Culture) is Many Things
It is the breaths between words.
It is a sculpture that each person adds to
as they encounter it.
It is an incomplete song
that grows with each new part.
It is a tapestry
weaved by the weary hands
of many generations.
It is a large mosaic of individual lives,
screaming together for those still hurting.
It is a blend of sounds that touches you
so profoundly that once it is in your life,
it is a part of you, forever and always.
It is the small moments
that make us human.
It is us, the people.
It is our pain, our sadness.
It is the things we will never forget.
Metal is the people.
A Grove of Ashes and Aspens 
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