The Father Of Black Holes
"'Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." The Bhagavad-Gita
He rode on top of a white cloud.
He rode on top of a white elephant.
But this wasn't the circus
and he was no clown.
He was the father of black holes
when the bombs began to fall.
He tried to close the coffin
that he opened but it was too late.
Warheads multiplied like rumors.
Nobody kept them secret.
If you look high enough, you can see him.
He rides on top of a white cloud.
He rides ...
OliVBee
cool ! not a very happy poem but i guess the music started it this way hehe ... vocals too much up front on my monitors and you could calm down this delay as well (make it less obvious) ;) ... glad you had fun again !!
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Clásica pistas base con Secuenciador, Voces and Guitarra Acústica:
Las sesiones de jam en línea de wikiloops son posibles con el amable
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Gracias a todos por ayudarme a ser mejor músico =) Thanks you all for helping me to be a better muscician
ladybass