The man in music

He pierced darkness in the sharp cold night and bled the same blood of many skies. Murdering the men of pleasure--hidden evidenece is what he savors. The ground has opened it's mouth beyond measure, leading greedy men to it's treasure. Who sits above the rubies and jewels? It has a cruel heart and with a trace of no good. Calling out to the streets from neighborhood to neighborhood. Only to steal the precious piece they carry inside that will be traded for money, not knowing the reason why. It sings through the phone and radio and relates to our lango. It skipps along in our mind to make us cry, wanna fight, boost our high or maybe it speaks to the situation that's going on. Our feelings meaning everything to us. We wear it everyday to find love, a match or as our signature. The world lies to us about many things, but one truth I found is the world is our battlefield and we choose to either live or die. Life listens to no new songs, but encounters the different artists that try to style it. Music is our replacement for words we can't utter, so why not play it right?