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Prompt: A time comes when life’s end nears, The visions of the future become clear, With your life what will you do, Nightmares or dreams upon canvas true. What image chiselled upon tombstone eternal, Dead ends fought with fury infernal, Bury me not with riches or fame, A life at the pyre of others aflame. Learning over earnings a lesson dear, Bankruptcy and starvation brings no tear, When life is pluralized and includes others, Want and need become second to another. Give and take to give the world a shake, A positive future the last labours make, Betterment and smiles left in the wake, Not a nightmare or apocalypse faked. Give unto others and receive in kind, This world has simply lost its mind, Regain some sanity in the hopeless void, Generations of suffering must avoid. A pianists hands can paint no picture, Nor wishes for coffers richer, Empty it out and fill it with beds, Give housing and share ones bread. Nostalgic dreams upon a discord stream, Many members and yet not a team, Prove the apocalypse is wrong, Arm in arm the whole becomes strong. Back to back against the fade to black, Never can let up or give any slack, There is no room for lead rounds racked, Only community with kind hearts packed. Memories of times nostalgic heal minds cephalalgic. [Hot vs Cold, Peace::2 vs War, Love::2 vs Hate]::3 , hopecore::2 --v 6.0 --ar 3:2
Prompt: A time comes when life’s end nears, The visions of the future become clear, With your life what will you do, Nightmares or dreams upon canvas true. What image chiselled upon tombstone eternal, Dead ends fought with fury infernal, Bury me not with riches or fame, A life at the pyre of others aflame. Learning over earnings a lesson dear, Bankruptcy and starvation brings no tear, When life is pluralized and includes others, Want and need become second to another. Give and take to give the world a shake, A positive future the last labours make, Betterment and smiles left in the wake, Not a nightmare or apocalypse faked. Give unto others and receive in kind, This world has simply lost its mind, Regain some sanity in the hopeless void, Generations of suffering must avoid. A pianists hands can paint no picture, Nor wishes for coffers richer, Empty it out and fill it with beds, Give housing and share ones bread. Nostalgic dreams upon a discord stream, Many members and yet not a team, Prove the apocalypse is wrong, Arm in arm the whole becomes strong. Back to back against the fade to black, Never can let up or give any slack, There is no room for lead rounds racked, Only community with kind hearts packed. Memories of times nostalgic heal minds cephalalgic. [Hot vs Cold, Peace::2 vs War, Love::2 vs Hate]::3 , hopecore::2 --v 6.0 --ar 3:2
Prompt: A time comes when life’s end nears, The visions of the future become clear, With your life what will you do, Nightmares or dreams upon canvas true. What image chiselled upon tombstone eternal, Dead ends fought with fury infernal, Bury me not with riches or fame, A life at the pyre of others aflame. Learning over earnings a lesson dear, Bankruptcy and starvation brings no tear, When life is pluralized and includes others, Want and need become second to another. Give and take to give the world a shake, A positive future the last labours make, Betterment and smiles left in the wake, Not a nightmare or apocalypse faked. Give unto others and receive in kind, This world has simply lost its mind, Regain some sanity in the hopeless void, Generations of suffering must avoid. A pianists hands can paint no picture, Nor wishes for coffers richer, Empty it out and fill it with beds, Give housing and share ones bread. Nostalgic dreams upon a discord stream, Many members and yet not a team, Prove the apocalypse is wrong, Arm in arm the whole becomes strong. Back to back against the fade to black, Never can let up or give any slack, There is no room for lead rounds racked, Only community with kind hearts packed. Memories of times nostalgic heal minds cephalalgic. [Hot vs Cold, Peace::2 vs War, Love::2 vs Hate]::3 , hopecore::2 --v 6.0 --ar 3:2
Prompt: A time comes when life’s end nears, The visions of the future become clear, With your life what will you do, Nightmares or dreams upon canvas true. What image chiselled upon tombstone eternal, Dead ends fought with fury infernal, Bury me not with riches or fame, A life at the pyre of others aflame. Learning over earnings a lesson dear, Bankruptcy and starvation brings no tear, When life is pluralized and includes others, Want and need become second to another. Give and take to give the world a shake, A positive future the last labours make, Betterment and smiles left in the wake, Not a nightmare or apocalypse faked. Give unto others and receive in kind, This world has simply lost its mind, Regain some sanity in the hopeless void, Generations of suffering must avoid. A pianists hands can paint no picture, Nor wishes for coffers richer, Empty it out and fill it with beds, Give housing and share ones bread. Nostalgic dreams upon a discord stream, Many members and yet not a team, Prove the apocalypse is wrong, Arm in arm the whole becomes strong. Back to back against the fade to black, Never can let up or give any slack, There is no room for lead rounds racked, Only community with kind hearts packed. Memories of times nostalgic heal minds cephalalgic. [Hot vs Cold, Peace::2 vs War, Love::2 vs Hate]::3 , hopecore::2 --v 6.0 --ar 3:2