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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a realm where shadows dance, the world will be but a howl of pain and ecstasy, Where the purest among men, in their quest for sanctuary, Shall find themselves teetering on the brink of weariness, Facing a choice that echoes with the agony of despair and its emptiness. The skies painted with hues of sorrow, the earth a canvas of tears, In this melancholic landscape, the heart battles its fears. The whispers of the wind carry secrets from ancient legends, Tales of souls who wandered, seeking something more. Among the ruins of dreams, where hope once proudly stood, The echoes of laughter now drowned in a somber flood. Those with pure hearts, in their silent vigil, watch the world crumble, Clinging to fragments of light, as dusk turns endlessly gray. In the labyrinth of thoughts, where consciousness flows like rivers, The mind wrestles with torment, the body shivers. Metaphors dance in the twilight, weaving ancient tapestries, Stories of agony and ecstasy, in whispers, they are told. The choice of agony, an open path where shadows tread, Where the soul's lament is a song of the dead. Yet, in the heart of darkness, where despair seems to reign, There lies a flicker of hope, a respite from the pain. For in weariness, there is a surrender, a silent plea, To find solace in the void, where the spirit can be free. The purest among men, with hearts heavy and worn, Seek refuge in weariness, a sanctuary from the storm. The howl of the world, a symphony of sadness and delight, A paradox of existence, where day merges with night. In this magical journey, where consciousness flows unbound, The soul seeks meaning in the melancholic sound. The choice of agony, a testament to human suffering, Where weariness becomes a beacon, a guiding light. For in the depths of despair, there lies a hidden grace, A promise of redemption, in life's intricate maze. The purest among men, in their silent contemplation, Find strength in weariness, a profound revelation. The howl of the world, a reminder of the fragility of being, A call to embrace the pain, to find the true meaning. In the heart of this melancholy, where shadows intertwine, The soul discovers its essence, in the esoteric divine. The choice of agony, a journey through the soul's night, Where weariness reveals the path to the eternal light.
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