Quantum Chain Entanglement IV

This one approaches
Entering the empty halls
Hard earned tools displayed

The walls here echo
Intention resonating
Heard eternally

He grabs the guitar
A veteran of the song
Past tunes recycled

Measured deeds shape strings
Will forming the stadium
Hanging on new words

Prepared more than most
He know the observers watch
Seeking to dissect

And when they finish
Only a husk will remain
Not dead, but lifeless

This is nature's way
Pushing assimilation
Consuming each one

He lifts his guitar
As lights shine from all around
Inhales to begin

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