In the depths of slumber, in a realm of despair,
Where dreams go to wither, where hope meets its snare.
The Abyss of Lost Hopes, a desolate place,
Where the weight of unfulfilled potential wearily lays.
Ethereal whispers of shattered dreams past,
Echoing through the void, in a melancholic cast.
Forgotten desires, their melodies mourn,
A symphony of loss, a heartache forlorn.
Barren landscape, once vibrant and alive,
Now strewn with the remnants of dreams that didn't survive.
Each fragment is a symbol of human resilience.
Now dormant and lifeless in this realm of indifference.
The air is heavy. With a bittersweet sigh,
As shadows dance in a mournful lullaby.
The stars above flicker dimly in the sky,
A mirror to the fading embers of hope passing by.
In this realm, time stands still,
Trapped in an eternal cycle of longing and ill will.
The walls bear witness to the countless souls,
Consumed by the grip of reality's tolls.
But amidst the desolation, a glimmer of light,
A new dream emerges, with all of its might.
Rising like a phoenix from the ashes of old,
In this abyss of lost hopes, a new story unfolds.
A place of solace for the indomitable spirit,
For those who dare to dream, even when they fear it.
A path towards redemption and renewal anew,
Where dreams go to die, hope still shines through.
A bittersweet symphony of loss and resilience,
Plays on in this realm, with its dark brilliance.
A testing ground for hope, but love still prevails,
In the hearts of dreamers, even when hope fails.
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Man was Born for Love and Revolution
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