Shield, thunder and bolt strike me
Render me weak, leave me vulnerable, innocent,
Random and unable to be decisive and what comes with it.
Its love for destruction heals me so
As everything about it is not me
Its desire to persist in what it does best
Inspires me to do the same.
Though able to block what is felt
And protect its real
It creates light in what is dark
Illuminates the game with a revolutionary aspect
And depicts the true form of modern art
Its sound tracks and cracks the surface
And echoes systematically and rhythmically
Denotes the epitome of fresh. cool. fresh.
Simply what I want and do not want
Rendering me hopeless and leaving me speechless
Showing me my love for sound with
The sound it makes.
It fails to complete as it is only temporary weather
Still an irresistible composition.
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