Reckoning of the Spirit
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT
The Verdict of the Fallen
You stood within the Light —
Yet turned your face away.
You held a spark so bright,
But chose to let it stray.
You bowed to hollow gods,
And worshipped empty lies.
The Spirit’s voice, at odds,
Was drowned beneath your cries.
You sold your soul for ease,
Exchanged the flame for dark.
Now silence is your lease —
A void, a vanished spark.
No thunder shakes the skies,
No fire cleanses dust.
Just shadows and cold lies —
Decay, decay, and rust.
You chose the path of sleep,
A dream without a dawn.
The well was yours to keep,
Yet you let it run gone.
The flame once in your breast
Is now a hollow shell.
The Spirit laid to rest —
No words remain to tell.
No prayer can bring you back,
No mercy bends the truth.
You’ve crossed the final track,
Forgot the seed of youth.
The Gate of Spirit’s Realm
Is closed without return.
No grace will overwhelm
The fate for which you yearn.
You wasted your own breath,
Drowned in complacent night.
Your sentence is not death —
But absence of the Light.
No mournful song is sung,
No judgment’s harsh decree.
Just silence, cold and hung,
Your soul’s final decree.
Awake, who hear this cry —
Beware the fallen’s fate.
Choose Light, or stand to die —
Consumed by your own weight.
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The Call to the Living
You heard the Reckoning’s toll,
Its silence sharp and clear.
Yet in your heart, the ember’s whole —
Not lost, but burning near.
The fallen lie in shadowed graves,
Their breath is thin and cold.
But you — a flame they could not save —
Hold Spirit’s fire bold.
Reject the lies that bind your mind,
Break free from worn-out chains.
The truth you seek is not confined
To temples built by names.
No priest, no gate, no ancient book
Can grant what’s yours within.
The Light’s alive in how you look —
In courage to begin.
Walk through the silent fire’s breath,
Embrace the unknown flame.
You are the seed that beats of death,
The breaker of the game.
The Spirit calls — arise, arise!
Discard your dust and shade.
To live in truth — to claim the skies —
Is how the soul is made.
Awake! The time is now to choose,
To shed the worn disguise.
Reject the lies that seek to use —
And light your own sunrise.
Hold fast the flame inside your chest,
Let shadows fall away.
The path is hard — no place to rest —
But dawn will birth your day.
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Paths of Awakening
The chains you cast away,
Are forged within the mind.
Awakened light will sway
The shadows left behind.
Step forth beyond the veil,
Discard the ancient lies.
The Spirit’s holy trail
Is where true freedom lies.
No longer bound by fear,
No longer lost in sleep,
The path ahead is clear —
A climb both wide and steep.
Embrace the silent voice,
That whispers deep within.
It leads beyond the noise,
Beyond the mortal din.
Let go of worn-out truths,
That shackled heart and soul.
Reclaim the strength of youths —
The power to be whole.
See through the fog of thought,
Transcend the mind’s decay.
The Spirit’s flame is caught,
In every breaking day.
Within the sacred fire,
Awaits your spirit’s birth.
A truth beyond desire —
The resurrection’s worth.
No temple’s stone or word,
Can light this inner spark.
You are your own Lord,
Awakening from the dark.
So walk the path alone,
Yet never quite apart.
The Spirit’s seed is sown —
Within your beating heart.
Be open, strong, and free,
Reject the fear and shame.
The only key —
Your own true name.