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In the silent scream of twilight, where shadows weave their lies,

I navigate the labyrinth, beneath a fractured sky.

Through the forest of forgotten, where the memories decay,

I tread upon the echoes of a time that slipped away.

Whispers of the cosmos, in the language of the void,

They speak of constellations, and the stars they once destroyed.

In the dance of dying embers, where the phoenix finds its breath,

I carve my fate in stardust, from the cradle to the death.

In the furnace of affliction, where the iron meets the fire,

I forge the chains that bind me, from desire to desire.

With the anvil of intention, and the hammer of the soul,

I shape the shards of chaos, into something whole.

Through the maelstrom of the ages, where the time's river bends,

I sail on seas of silence, to the land where sorrow ends.

With the compass of conviction, and the map of shattered dreams,

I journey through the darkness, towards the light that gleams.

In the theater of the timeless, where the actors play their roles,

I read the script of destiny, written in burning scrolls.

With the ink of ancient secrets, and the quill of night’s embrace,

I scribe the tales of sorrow, across the boundless space.

In the cathedral of the broken, where the saints of silence dwell, (expell)

I listen to the hymns unsung, within their sacred shell. (hell)

With the altar of the wounded, and the chalice of despair, (prayer)

I drink the blood of mourning, and offer up my prayer. (despair)

Through the corridors of chaos, where the mirrors twist the truth,

I seek the hidden answers, in the ruins of my youth.

With the lantern of reflection, and the key of ancient lore,

I unlock the gates of insight, to the knowledge from before.

In the eclipse of comprehension, where the darkness meets the light,

I find the threads of meaning, in the tapestry of night.

With the loom of introspection, and the weft of shattered dreams,

I weave the cloth of wisdom, in the silent streams.

In the symphony of silence, where the notes are carved from pain,

I hear the song of solace, in the ever-falling rain.

With the rhythm of the heartbeat, and the melody of tears,

I compose the hymn of healing, to transcend the years.

Through the tempest of the trials, where the tempest meets the calm,

I navigate the turmoil, with the solace of a psalm.

With the anchor of assurance, and the sails of inner peace,

I voyage through the tempest, to the shores where conflicts cease.

In the final breath of twilight, where the dawn begins to rise, (rise)

I stand upon the precipice, and witness the demise.

With the ashes of the ending, and the promise of the new, (new)

I step into the unknown, where the dawn now breaks through.