Monophonic Revolution

 

Chords trudge like heavy horses,

While keys are on the rise.

They lift, they turn, they gather forces,

toward Melodies Reprise.

 

Blended chaos, anarchic noise,

Entropic waves of time,

Pulsing violent love destroys

The theories of the crime

 

Without the word the actions fade

for something else to come,

borne in foundations bravely laid

by millions, one by one

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