I Made A Poem On My Laptop
Echoes of the Abyss
The drums thunder, a war cry untamed,
Riffs like razors, chaos unchained.
Vocals erupt, a beast unconfined,
Echoing darkness, twisting the mind.
Lightning-fingers on strings ignite,
A symphony forged in fire and spite.
Basslines rumble, tectonic and bold,
Summoning echoes from stories untold.
Lyrics carve through the ether of pain,
Odes to struggle, to life’s disdain.
Yet in the fury, the clash and the roar,
Lies liberation—through metal, we soar.
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