Sadistic Cupid - Musik

I'd tell you of a man drawn to his knees by life,
but i'd regret having to live through it twice.
By ear the drum is heard,
yet by hand its sound is stirred.
The call of a trumpet signals soldiers to move there feet,
however the same sound is used to signal there defeat.
I've heard almost nothing as sweet as the voilin,
Which is played at length under the chin.
Music can help to clear ones mind,
as well as send men to their demise.
That in it-self is enough for me,
For I've always loved the symphony.

Sadistic Cupid

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