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it's a sonorous sort a holy kind of music inflections of tongue and cord we hum and we purr growls and warbles melting and oozing vibrations and trembling veins scraping of teeth over syllables enunciation and catharsis we stand in place and sway to a beat rhythm of the air hiss the words sing the words it's acapella after all.  

The world is strange falling apart like torn petals of glass I rise the sun falls and I salute the Mother and the Darkbrothers rise to the hymn of the silent stars and we flow in a cadence that royal vein of blue blood and as nighttime ascends we pledge our soul to the people of the worldspace.