Musicology (Soft/Violent)
Harps play of their own accord.
The harpists sit serenly bored.
Guitars gently weep.
The guitarists have all fallen asleep.
Drums boom out in the silence.
Snare and bass burst in violence.
Sing out loud with all your might.
And incite all you meet to fight.
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