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                                    when we embrace the sardonic

cacophony of blue light symphonies,

  the environment of the world falls

  flat to their roots and pays

                                                tribute.

only God himself can conduct the

  mezzanine filled with brass

  and woodwinds

  and an angelic choir -

                        you would think humans

would be in awe

                                    but really

                                    deep           

                                    down inside

we are filled with a burning anguish

  of lust and hate and rage and

  jealousy that all we can hear

  is the Devil laughing in our

  ears.

but if we find a tune -

                                                a worldly tune

  a down-to-earth-no-bullshit-here kind of tune

            a tune that'll make you cry, make you move, make you smile

  send shivers down your spine, and

                                    raise our spirits to joy,

we can laugh and hold hands with

                        the world

and listen to our music, our

                                                story

                        told by God himself.