In the name of profits,
industry-buffs
utilize
control-methods
to change the universe,
the natural flow
of the
instrument-artists.
Pure vibrations
pressed
into altered states
creates
intergalactic messes,
even the sunspots wane.
Without the core,
the meltdown begins,
spreading
radioactive-musical-wastes
globally.
A universal disease
infecting the population
with
shit-sounds.
How profound,
the death of music
to make pocket money.
Something's gotta change
before
it's too late
and
sacred
vibration dies
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