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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Under the enigmatic veil of twilight, where whispering winds unveil ancient secrets, I traverse the caverns of my mind, a traveler in the land of shadows and echoes. The gaze of the future, cold and unyielding, descends with the weight of countless judgments. Let future generations reject us, let history stigmatize our names as traitors to the human cause, Still, we will compose hymns to deformity, destruction, madness, chaos, and darkness. In the labyrinth of consciousness, where reality twists and turns, We become architects of our own annihilation, dancing to the dissonant symphonies of chaos. Destruction blooms like a melancholic rose, each petal a fragment of despair, Madness, a relentless sea, engulfs the shores of reason, pulling us into its depths. Yet within this terrifying embrace, a strange beauty emerges, a melancholic magic that defies understanding. Darkness, not merely the absence of light but a realm where shadows come alive, Whispers of forgotten dreams and discarded hopes swirl like phantoms in the night. We embrace our deformities, each imperfection a testament of our humanity, a scar on the tapestry of existence. Let history mark us as firebrands of chaos, our names intertwined with the fabric of destruction. In the heart of this calamity, amidst the ruins of what once was, A hymn is born, a somber elegy for the complicated dance of creation and annihilation. We sing not of golden dawns, but of the twilight in which we now dwell. Our voices, woven with threads of madness and wisdom, resonate through the corridors of time, Each note a testament to our defiance, our acceptance of the darkness within and without. And after all is sung, and the world is reduced to whispers and shadows, Let the grass grow, a silent testament to rebirth and renewal, For even in the cold embrace of the grave, life finds a way to emerge. The silence after the storm, a quiet promise of what may come. Let future generations look upon the remnants of our hymns, Let them see in our madness, a fractured reflection of their own potential for chaos, In our darkness, a mirror of their own shadows, And in the grasses that grow over our ruins, find the seeds of their rebirth. We are but phantoms in the temporal dance, our legacy a song of dissonance and harmony, Each verse a defiant howl against the void, a reminder that we lived, we fought, we sang. And even if rejected, even if deemed traitors, we embraced the night with both terror and wonder, Composing hymns to the chaos that birthed us and will outlive us, Leaving behind a melody for the future to decipher, and perhaps, to understand.
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