Heaven is always taken by storm.
Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.
That which a man spits against heaven, shall fall back on his own face.
“Without contraries there is no progression.”
Heaven is always taken by storm.
Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.
That which a man spits against heaven, shall fall back on his own face.
“Without contraries there is no progression.”