The edge of a harp's elaborate silver braided chord,
Can be plucked to the same tune as the edge of a knife,
How well can you take the sounds?
And how well can you discern tween the two, if its within the same key?
To the same note;

if a harpist allowed a knife,
the weight of choice.
if a murderer can't truely learn licks of gods,
the depths of hell.

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Delicant Discordant Convulsions Derive from Deeper manifestations of Darker tones and Chords Caught possibly unConciouslessy

a Slick Slip of premeditated Harmony to which Half-demons (the some cursed to cut) Huddle Heads to Some Sick Soulful Hurt.
one edge, a blade, Hangs Harrowed on, his brother-a-bridge, the Harp String, taut yet Slacked to allow that binding Sense of Husbanding.
one touch ruins Heaven,
one Hell,
one of some touch ruins all.
And in same vein:
they live in sameness.
where the lies hold truth, and in the truth, lies.
where do they end where do they begin, where do I lie.
and why not play a harp with a knife if I'm going to use them the same, yet different.
Atleast there's some home in the
cyclic screeching
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dont trust harpists.
dont trust murderers.