MUSIC - a grand refutation of their convoluted disconcertion.

Would you slight its speaking as it calls for your seeking? Rolling out lessons left & right, like Burn, Baby, Burn! and Soar to New Heights!

Drawn into the Solemn Surrender, compelled by lax & luscious Lender. The soul-revving rumbles of awe-laden animations and their neverending implorations, scratching on your door, hounding, compounding riddles stretched from yore, a quest to hear more was never meant to be a chore, arrested in a dim, grave drawer - for exploration is a chance at birth, a Rest hid safe from dwindle-dabbing dearth.

I am forever scorched by the inimitable embrace of these majestically sonorous flames.

Lost in the snares of soulless, segregative sickness nevermore.

Fuck All - with Love sweet & sour; just watch both edges, that blade sure can devour.

Surrender howls to crush the heavy Hour, drizzling the cracks with fluid-fire shower.