Loyalty & luck.
Lions in lust.
No casual fuck,
Not a fleeting thing made of simple feelings.
Or magic dust.
Stars aligned, heavens parted.
Constellations changed.
To make way for these mad lovers.
These two creatures cut from the same cloth.
Bound by similarities.
Sanctified in the sound.
Bound by the noise inside the artists mind.
And anointed by the priests of punk life.
They fall deeply,
They fall hard, fast & too loudly.
Both grasping the edge,
And missing it completely.
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Submission Name: Hard, Fast & Loud
