#doommetal

In the halls of singular paths, we tread,
Where minds are shaped by the narrow thread.
The one who dares to wear many hues,
Becomes the enigma the masses refuse.

A painter of worlds, a dancer of thought,
Each step they take, a cosmos wrought.
Yet eyes that seek the simple frame,
Find only chaos they wish to tame.

Why does the light of myriad skills,
Ignite in hearts a cold, sharp chill?
Is it the fear of a boundless scope,
That mocks the limits of their hope?

Or is it envy, the silent scream,
Against a soul that dares to dream?
The many mirrors they hold inside,
Reflect a truth they cannot hide.

O traveler of a thousand skies,
Hold firm beneath the judging eyes.
For in their cries, your strength shall grow,
A testament to all you know.

When the winds of disdain brush your face,
Remember: you're the wind, the space.
A tapestry woven of endless threads,
A boundless spirit where few have tread.

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"To be many in a world that demands one is to carry the weight of their fears and the light of your truth."

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