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### An Untitled Session: SPYKES November 2024
**In realms where shadows dance with light, behold,**
**A tapestry of woe and joy thus told.**
**SPYKES, the herald of a sonic bloom,**
**Awakens echoes from their silent tomb.**
**A vulgar ringworm, dermatophyte laid bare,**
**Doth claim the skin with its tenacious snare.**
**The bulbs of nails, now thickened, fade to black,**
**Infected whispers through each fractured crack.**
**Formed from the damp, where spirits may wane.**
**On legs, a rash in rings of red despair,**
**An itchy plight, to remind thee to beware.**
**Yet hear the calls of distress, so divine,**
**From realms of struggle where the brave hearts pine.**
**In characteristic bath, let waters weave,**
**A moment's comfort—may we find reprieve.**
**With Olympus’ Spiration Valve we breathe deep,**
**To clear the fog where troubled spirits weep.**
**Let reason guide us, and wisdom be our shield,**
**In the battle against that which will not yield.**
**So take thy essence, treat with care and grace,**
**For every ringworm leaves its mark in space.**
**Yet through the trials, let our voices rise,**
**In unity of sound, beneath the skies.**
**A melody of strength, we thus proclaim,**
**For in the struggle, life’s a noble game.**
**With SPYKES leading forth, let spirits blend,**
**In this untitled session, may hope ascend.**
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