The Sound

1. Hip-hop is the trumpet
blaring, carrying in the
second coming.                    
Prophecy in pop
hits, the ink of

life hidden in the
lyrics to love 
ballads.                         
Now we need
the tabula 

for the ink, a 

book of life
 to begin (and, perhaps,
a pen).
A Popcalypse is coming.

2. 3’s and E’s are triangles,
and fire.
Sixes are squares.
We don’t need E’s in Nglish,
no triangles to square
circles. Our language is not
lost. Though clouded,
we yet seek to learn
and teach, to live without the need for
e, where aether swallows ether.
Throughout our art, we speak that
language without sound, without
sense, without the frame of evil.
A Popcalypse is coming.

3. Culture's commodities 
are we. We are
the product to which the
 product is
fed, we are 
cows, pigs. Bred
to feed on what world 

needs to succeed in its 

strains to keep spinning.
A Popcalypse is coming.

4. There was Light before Sun.

Where is it? We all have

it, most times can't find

it, yet must give it.
The moon grows
brighter,
stronger every day.
We are in the dark; can't see 
that we can't
see; 
so focused on
E's,
 3's; on the
 enemy, technology.

A Popcalypse is coming.

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