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Resonance I
A cadaver, nothing more,
An empty shell, nothing less,
Awaiting its final doom,
A battle sweetly concluded,
Your soul now carries grief,
Harboring classical melodies,
As my angels with somber grace,
Carry to the final judgment place,
For its body has spurned the holy,
As you decay, O’ fading shell,
Your soul’s melody resonates,
Leaving me in profound pain,
You’ve scorned the purpose I endowed,
But yet, here you repose, unashamed,
As you’ve enjoyed my fruits,
With no thoughts of gratitude,
However, that is the pain I must endure,
As the creator of free spirits.
© Achilles
An empty shell, nothing less,
Awaiting its final doom,
A battle sweetly concluded,
Your soul now carries grief,
Harboring classical melodies,
As my angels with somber grace,
Carry to the final judgment place,
For its body has spurned the holy,
As you decay, O’ fading shell,
Your soul’s melody resonates,
Leaving me in profound pain,
You’ve scorned the purpose I endowed,
But yet, here you repose, unashamed,
As you’ve enjoyed my fruits,
With no thoughts of gratitude,
However, that is the pain I must endure,
As the creator of free spirits.
© Achilles
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