As I close my eyes and listen, it's as if I'm watching a mechanical construct orbit the earth, spewing red death and nuclear fire indiscriminately upon a metropolis, and as I stand in disbelief some distance away, the sky is a vivid orange, black with smoke. Really, it evokes a feeling of dissociative awe, and passive acknowledgement of the destruction. There is no hope, and I shall not move from where it is that I stand. I shall only stand slack-jawed and weep.
You still feel the emotion I put into my music. You picked up the passive hopelessness, instead of going on about how everything is being destroyed; some bland idea of pain and misery and then talking about buildings being gone - no, you felt the emotion as it was.
That is talent.
Please contact me if you would like to use this in a project. We can discuss the details.