Everything is burnt....
every thing is burried...
and every thing is scattered in the sky.....
Rome is burning...
I am on fiedel....
what a tune ringing in my ear....
scales of disaster...
scales new peak..
sound of destruction....
pain of finish....
emptying in dark....
New stavinsky is born...
New album is on anvil.....
nature is playing...his old game....
Tricks of universe and sins of man....
composition acquires new meaning...
music is melody....
music is frequency and amplitude....
universe is matter...
resonating with amplitude of destruction....
i am alone watching the spectacle....
searching my own tune...
buried in soul...! !
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