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Avici 8h
In the shadows of my serene composure
Perturbance ventured my susceptible core
Corollary hallucinations compelled my inner channels to disarm
Commenced the chaos at the departure of calm

A storming blitz led by a fortifying fleet
Disruptions levitated to the greatest summit
Every portal being forcefully barred
Catastrophic propositions nearly forged my dreary graveyard

Instantaneous reinforcements initiated an expeditious resurgence
Sirens snapped my vulnerable systems back to sense

My efficacious consultant explored miscellaneous alternatives
Warfare and fleeing being the superlative prerogatives
Befittingly, combat seemed extremely gallant
Escape undignifying the prowess of talent

It all panned out en route a thunderous showdown
The ultimate clash being unveiled as the ‘Psychological Crown’
Avici 2d
Once he was 7 years old
His sensational story got told
When he was compelled to stop
Still climbed the mountain top

As he sat by the setting sun
Finding ways to be the one
Rising from the ashes
Figuring his way out through clashes

Realising the deep dirt he was in
How well did he solved the problems he had never seen
Keeping his head still with a grin
Transforming himself into the man he had never been

Believing himself to get out of any strife
Embracing the true spirits of life
Humbling himself into a gentleman
Nurturing members of his clan

Showcasing a journey of tranquility with grief
So well did he displayed the power of belief
This was the ‘Struggle of a lifetime’
But everything, everything, was worth the time.

— The End —