Hello. Gregory Thomas here, friends.
Is not the art of war, just Ballads for humans?
Was not the sound of listening alone the very concept of The Cold Wars?
Was not antebellum’s existence started on behalf of our mind and eyes?
Does not all of mankind wait on mankind?
Does it really suprise you that your eyes see what is around them?
Your mind is the most personal think you can have, and only your mind knows what your mind is thinking.
Your soul is caged by your own ribcage. Your blood is just drool, used for your body’s elixar.
Your eyelashes are just thorns, your chin is your body’s mountains.
But I ramble. What matters is that you hear the music through my words.
The words are the music, the mind is the canvas, your eyes are the window, and your voice can shatter all three of these things.
-From your friend, Gregory Thomas.