On my knees, praying to the denim gods,

One more tear, one more riff,

One more guitar melody,

One more song, one more headbang,

Before I meet the morning star,

The epiphany to the melodic symphony,

Flowing on the flair of every shooting star,

The screeching eclectic guitar,

Aiming high,

Hitting the low notes,

The electric pitch declaring its presence known,

As the crowd settles,

The dust mellows on the ground,

The music starts to rise,

The chanting grows,

The humming felt inside,

The churning yearn to feel the beat, explode!

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