It's the sound of death knocking at your door. It's the sound of pain, suffering, anguish, and gnashing of teeth. It's the smell of burning sulfur. The undertones reek of deathly snarls and painful growls. Then everything is suddenly quiet........from the bottom of your stomach the butterflies turn to moths and except for your heart racing, all you hear is.........footsteps.......getting closer......and closer.....and closer.....and....

...the sound of joy.

-BenGone, 8/9/07