i listen to cries of wives who will not see their husbands, to children wailing in the streets, the crackling groan of the flames tired of seeking sustenance from the bare stone.
my ears hear the hiss of the now dead radio, and the depths of darkness in a place where the living cannot see, I hear sighs of the souls waiting across the river. And they say to me, "Welcome, brother."
oh you're talking in game. Realistic db 605 and merlins, plus the sound of real brownings, MG's,
ok, in reality I play stuff like alice d, to chemical brothers, to jimmy eat world to blacksheep, to tribe called quest to eminem, to metallica to nirvana,
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