Distortion on it own is a pure devil
If found in music can turn the world
Upside down. Feed me with
Tranquility, let my pulse run smoothly
In accordance to the organized rhythm.
I alone bear the conflict in noise
Heard by my heart. Surges irregular
Squeezes out peace and brings struggles
To the heart that pumps my beats.
Once there's a conflict
Peaceful pulsation pumps prey
The innocent cells in my heart.
All through the entire mass
I rumbled round without
Finding a note, a sound out of the
Musical raps and chat to rest
If only at a plagal cadence.
Feed me with tranquility and Free me of storms found in distorted music
For I am the world and my heart, the resting place.
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