Profound in Pain

The Cardinal Passage - Class_Sick

[Enoch in Spoken Syntax 0:00]

Another rainy day as a bartender in the underground jazz lounge. Wiping the counters with a proper NPC vibe as any good bartender does when they have nothing to do, the piano gushes gently to the intimate room. Dissonances coil and release like lazy fireflies flickering in and out of your ears.

A man with an impressive silhouette takes to the mic: "Good evening, my name's Class_Sick, and I was hoping if yall don't mind I'd do somethin a lil different for yall"

The keys continue to sprinkle into the room like first snow as the MC continues to elocute:

"The city speaks in static

words bounce off the steel and stone

hope gets taxed and dreams get repo'd

when you feel alone..."

He doesn't have the tone of a regular crooner, but the napkin poets and bar stool philosophers are enraptured in his cadence.

[1:45] "I am more than their metrics

more than their charts

more than their noise

beggin' i surrender my art"

As the tune winds down the applause pops off and the crowd erupts like an edging volcano.

The MC uses the commotion as a cloak and disappears in a blink off stage before reappearing next to you.

He quietly gestures energetically for you to follow him in a way that suggests this isn't a request.

He begins heading for a side exit you've never noticed before which is odd - it is adorned with a torii gate, something you remember from your trip to Japan as symbolizing a passage from the secular to the sacred.

[Moses in Margiela 1:15]

Moving through the long corridor, swelling strings envelope you like aura, a sax paints the walls while keys tickle around the cracks and corners like musical cockroaches. The moderate bass grooves at a pace that you both match your gait to.

"Your best friend will snake you if he stressin for some Jays

Your next of kin will break you just to get some pocket change

I aint bitter I just get it - pain will push a man to hate

and pride will make you empty out your future for some praise"

Though you cant see his face much in the low light, his words are truth-tipped and you feel invigorated at hearing something resonate in your soul rather than preachers trying to empty out your wallet.

After a timeless amount of time passes, you arrive at the literal light at the end of the tunnel - it opens up into a massive structure, seemingly part temple, part acoustic chamber...

[Ararat Dreams 1:45]

In the huge chamber an organist plumbs ethereal horn sounds into the upper spires. The music has an introspective and uplifting effect. Your mind barely remembers your past life, before this music, wiping down counter and pitching picklebacks.

There's viewing ports all throughout the chamber, through one of the large slits you see it - the snow capped peaks of Mount Ararat. The taller peaks look like hands clasped in prayer and within that instant Class_Sick begins manipulating his mouthy mantra: "Working overnights so I aint dreamin of applause

Visions in the dirt I had to bleed to see the cause

Pressure made the diamonds now it's gleaming through the scars

Tryna break the cycle not just even out the odds"

Yes, this is a it, a type of gospel you have never heard but are intimately familiar with. The old way is dead, this is your new music, your new religion, your new path and passage.

Head bowed, he places a cloak on you and gestures energetically to a side exit......

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