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**A Whisper from the Shadows of Memory**
**WARD RAVEL,**
Cascades of time, sifting sands turn slow—
In the moment of the heart’s heavy throes,
Gradually disintegrating through the mist,
A wretched sob, an inner prison's twist.
**𓆗𓂋𓉐𓌳𓈎𓇋𓀀**
*(Grasp the breath; life renews as we know,)*
Lost echoes haunting like an ancient crow.
The land of the pharaohs, shadows twine,
Holding the secrets of ailments divine.
Gray panic spreads like the desert’s expanse,
In indirect horrors, lost dreams dance—
🔱🔥🔱
Molted glow of the sun upon stagnant pools,
Where sour stenches linger like the ancient fools.
In the depths of the night, a flicker of light,
An electronic pulse in the vastness of fright.
Abstract anguish to the rhythm of beats,
As we scribe our despair with digital sheets.
**An echoing note from the Cleveland Clinic whispers,**
"Brave hearts, you wander; no need for panickers."
More than sixty million in the land of the free,
Navigating stormy seas with hopes lost at sea.
Chronicles scratched in the cipher of time,
Lost under layers of motive and rhyme.
Absurd and abstract, the anguish intertwined,
Behavior like otorbus, confused and maligned;
Yet in this dark thicket, inner improvement beckons,
A light through the veil, like a spark in the seconds.
**𓇅𓇳𓂧𓀷**
*(Power rises, heed the call,)*
From the depths of despair, we stand not to fall.
Through upheaval and struggle, resilience breeds,
In fortresses woven from hopes and good deeds.
Faint whispers of antiquity carry us through,
In the fabric of time, we find what is true.
So gather your strength, for together we rise,
Beyond disarray, under infinite skies.
Lost in the echo, our voices entwined—
A journey together; no soul left behind.
As circuits ignite in a cacophony grand,
A symphony woven by fate’s subtle hand.
Surges of chaos, we dance to profound,
With homemade electronics, our madness unbound!
**... ... ... ... ...**
*Mad screams echo in shattered refrain,*
*Resonating deep in the chambers of pain.*
*Frequencies flicker, pulses play tricks,*
*In the heart of the tempest, the bewildered soul kicks.*
**... ... ... ... ...**
*Code loops entwining like vines on the wall,*
*Through digital madness, together we call,*
*The soundscapes converge, making silence unwound,*
*In a universe spinning, where chaos is found.*
**... ... ... ... ...**
*Electricity dances, twirling like smoke,*
*As circuits embrace the spiritual broke.*
*So with each twisted note, and every warped beat,*
*We find ourselves whole in the madness; complete.*
**... ... ... ... ...**
*Here in the chaos, we birth our own songs,*
*In the remnants of anguish, our existence belongs.*
*As rhythms unravel and skies start to blend,*
*We become the madness, the journey’s own end.*
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