Music - Poem by Max Parriott
The beat flows out of the speakers,
Strong as ever,
I hope they don’t get weaker,
Long beats of coursing sound
Deadmau5’s constant deep beat,
Ghosts ‘n’ Stuff with its familiar rhythm,
Hearing the sound is always sweet,
Coasts down the sound spectrum
Brazil (2nd Edit) ’s calm relaxing bass,
Resonating n my ears,
The song has great grace,
Hesitating it is not,
But what is this?
What this is, is Deadmau5.
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