Mass gaces, open opportunitys for our minds to replicate 
the pleasure of fear. Mocking the prosiness of sound, the 
frequency drops to subsonic standards. Phantasmal tempest 
prospects the rain of arrows. Sharpness defined by the 
solidification of man fragments and desecrates the ears 
of the unborn. Auditory perception infects it's genesis 
for the genetics of superlative venom lactating spawn. A 
spawn of man,
irreconcilable to moral of virtue. The evil of man is 
upon us. Resonance. The depraved separation of lie is 
between us. The mass graves, filled with ear ruptured 
versions of adoration. Resonance Supersonic beings
relapse their versions of noise. Resonance Only the deaf 
contain sanity. Resonance. Only the reverberating 
aftermath of this insistent apocalypse settles in the 
minds of the deaf, forever.