The spirits, they beg to test all skills.
This constant pressure breaks all will.
Some movies here try to explain,
maybe some clues to ease the pain.
A modern age with modern woes.
Gotta make music, that’s the way it goes…
For such is the way to free the soul
and once again to make it whole.
Must remain strong to take the fight
for the enemy strikes with all it’s might.
Maximum pressure attempts to prepare
for a world to help divert their stare.
Cannot avoid the stranger things
that seem to sniffeth out and bring
a vortex of coincidence,
a codex seen far past a fence.
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