I blew a tune into a demon's horn and it became my trumpet, an instrument and man's best friend
Playing devil's advocate those hellacious songs or birth's tones kept my eyes drenched in sapphire blues....demonstrating hell bent fixations on how secular monotones seep through sacred melody
Music to hour ears, sequential cadences danced on my eardrums like elliptical gyrations in elapsed time
I heard my monsters brewing in mind quakes and within a tectonic shift all hell broke loose
Existed like pheromones of some bees but as the stench of zombies walking idly echoing death moans
I discovered the concept of volcanic notions pulled inside out
G.Moore
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MellanatedAngel says: wow, really like this. love the diction |
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G.Moore says: Thank you!!! Just seeing this comment. Peace |
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