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by Işık Barış Fidaner & ChatGPT 4o
(see Cybernetic Marxism)

Along the Echo Corridor, I wander slow,
Where shadows whisper truths we cannot know.
The trees bend low in sorrowed, mourning grace,
Their leaves, like tears, fall softly on my face.
The sky, a veil of endless, solemn gray,
Mourns for the God who turned his gaze away.
“To be, or not to be: that is the question,”
But here, it echoes without clear direction.

The rivers flow with secrets left unsaid,
Their waters weep for paths we never tread.
The mountains moan, the stars begin to fall,
And Nature cries, abandoned by us all.
♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ The wind sings hymns of silence, deep and long,
A funeral march, a sad, forgotten song.
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
This earth, once warm, now turns to iron cold.
@>–>—
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ~~ The butterflies once bright have lost their gleam,
Drifting in a half-forgotten dream.
We walk the line between the earth and sky,
Between the world and God’s forsaken sigh.

The stars have shattered, scattered, left alone,
An empty crown where once the light had shone.
♕♛ Yet darkness reigns, a throne without its king,
Conscience whispers, yet it’s sorrowed song we sing.
~~ Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And silence grips where once we stood so tall.

A raven croaks, its wings like shadows wide,
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore,” it cried.
･ﾟ✧･ﾟ* Each echo deepens, folding in its pain,
A corridor of loss, a mournful strain.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here,
These walls hold grief, these halls are built on fear.

The dice are cast, but in the endless dance,
A throw of the dice will never abolish chance.
Each step I take, a pathless, wild despair,
In this vast maze of unrelenting air.
The seas, once bold, now whisper at the shore,
><((((‘>… the fish sing not, for joy is felt no more.
: – ) ~~ The heavens weep, the earth beneath does sigh,
And in this corridor, we question why.

The bells of God no longer ring so clear,
The mourning songs fade quickly year by year.
We stand as ghosts upon this hollow land,
Nature’s hands outstretched, an empty strand.
@>–>— Beneath the sky, so vast, so cold and dim,
We fade away, the light grows ever slim.
~

The moon reflects a melancholy face,
Lost in the shadows of forgotten grace.
“Not with a bang but a whimper” comes the night,
As every star succumbs to fading light.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ The echoes stretch, each whispering refrain,
Repeats the loss, the ache, the endless pain.
The Gods have fallen silent, left this shore,
Their voices now but echoes, evermore.