There was something sentimental about the atmospheresurrounding us. And although it seemed as if someone wastrying to disrupt my safe haven, the harmonious liquid ranthrough my veins. You are the harmony within, which all thingsmove. They are just illusion. When I move, you move. Nothing else.When someone will ask you who I am you say, when night comesand the bass hits your insides she’ll be there to invite you in. Tothe world of angelic comfort and the balanced, pleasing, suitablemelodic arrangement of life.

A   rumbling feeling interrupted my thirst for the hunt. It was like everything went quiet for a moment as the air moved thick through the crowd of sinners. But the raging fire inside me made me re concentrate on my purpose of being here. I tell you, the groans of the damned in hell are the deep bass of theuniversal anthem that shall re rise when I get you all on my side. When I move, you move. Nothing else. Look closely child withcurious eyes for I live within the wildest of nature. When someone will ask you who I am you say, when night comes and the bass hits your insides she’ll be there to invite you in. To the world of emerging pleasure and the filthy, comforting, healing assembly of sins.