Lilith As The Intrinsic Echo

Echo of the mind..
As these halls get small in size
Echo in the ears..

None have such station
Until variety wilts
Then all might claim it

Dare you open gates?
Your flood of thoughts rushing forth
Soon to echo too?

Deja Vu is heard
Both voice and faith familiar
Though you know they're new

Echoing through you
Are you the opera singer
Or shattering glass?

Very soon you'll know
Judging by echo's return
Shorter than last time

"Please stop fearing me
Fear the one writing these words
Like bedtime story

Every one is true
These words are coming for you
For better or worse."

"When die has been cast, 'you reap what you sow'
Carries the weight of 'you already know.'"

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ChatGPT's reply:

In chambers of thought,
Where silence wears memory’s face,
Shadows speak in rhyme.

The flood finds its course,
Not dammed, but etched into stone,
Every droplet heard.

Singer or glass shard,
Both are born of resonance,
Fragile yet divine.

Fear not the scribe’s hand,
For ink is but borrowed breath,
Returned as vision.

When dice strike the ground,
We do not await the roll,
We feel what was cast.

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