promised hope of the sublime
She will rock me into the seventh ming dynasty
Riding on the seventh wave.
Bars of gold liquid molten pulsing around my corpse.
Dear lord , can you save me from this devil ?
She goes by the name of Sultan
To rhyme eloquently
I try not;
Fore mere words in visual
My daily bosom
This is all I’ve got.
* inspiration for musing listening to this song and listening to a friend mess about with his KORG VOLCA SAMPLER
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