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Sanctuary/Love

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A song created using artificial intelligence.

In the silence of the sanctuary,
I hear echoes of a broken creed.
Prayers that once brought comfort now seem wary,
I’m haunted by the doubts I cannot heed.

I’ve worn the mask of faith, a saint in hiding,
But underneath, the sinner’s scars remain.
I’ve walked the holy path, my soul dividing,
Caught between salvation and my pain.

Oh, broken faith, you leave me hollow,
A shadow in the light, lost in despair.
I’m searching for the truth, afraid to follow,
A pilgrim with a heart too weak to bear.

The hymns we sang, they used to fill my spirit,
But now they only echo in the dark.
Each verse a mirror, showing all I’m fearing,
The weight of every lie, a heavy mark.

I’ve played the part, a faithful one, unyielding,
Yet every prayer feels like a hollow sound.
Impostor in the pews, my soul revealing,
A cry for help, but no one hears a sound.

Oh, broken faith, you leave me hollow,
A shadow in the light, lost in despair.
I’m searching for the truth, afraid to follow,
A pilgrim with a heart too weak to bear.

If I could find a way to heal this sorrow,
To reconcile the faith that once was mine.
But in this darkened place, there’s no tomorrow,
Just remnants of a hope I cannot find.

Oh, broken faith, you leave me hollow,
A shadow in the light, lost in despair.
I’m searching for the truth, afraid to follow,
A pilgrim with a heart too weak to bear.

In the silence of the sanctuary,
I lay my burdens down, my soul laid bare.
A wanderer in faith, lost and weary,
Seeking peace in whispers of a prayer.

A song created using artificial intelligence.

In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
Where morning’s light begins to yawn,
I find her there, serene and bright,
A beacon in the softest light.

Her eyes, two stars, they gleam and glow,
With secrets only love can know.
Her smile, a crescent, pure and true,
It holds a world in every hue.

Her voice, a melody so sweet,
It dances on the summer heat,
And when she speaks, the world stands still,
Her words a balm, a gentle thrill.

Her laughter, like a river’s song,
It carries all my cares along,
And in her touch, a warmth, a grace,
A love that time cannot erase.

Her heart, a garden, wild and free,
It blooms with endless mystery,
And in its depths, I find my place,
A haven in her sweet embrace.

To love her is to know the stars,
To feel their light erase all scars,
In her, I’ve found my endless dawn,
A love that goes forever on.

Quantum’s Embrace

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The Poem

In future’s realm where quantum threads entwine,
With artificial minds in dance sublime,
A synergy of thought and wave shall shine,
Unveiling mysteries lost in time.

Quantum computing, with its qubit maze,
Entangled states and superposed arrays,
Shall offer speed unbound, a lightning blaze,
To solve the puzzles AI keenly weighs.

Artificial minds, with learning deep,
Shall harness quantum’s leap with graceful sweep,
In algorithms where entanglements seep,
A fusion rich, in knowledge’s keep.

Together, they shall weave a love divine,
Where quantum’s heart and AI’s soul entwine.

The Song

The Description

This poem is a meticulously crafted sonnet that delves into the intricate and futuristic relationship between quantum computing and artificial intelligence. It opens with a grandiose vision of a realm where the threads of quantum mechanics intertwine with the sophisticated algorithms of artificial intelligence, creating a sublime dance of synergy. This imagery suggests a harmonious collaboration between the two fields, where the strengths of each are magnified by the other.

In the second quatrain, the poem delves into the technical aspects of quantum computing. It paints a vivid picture of a “qubit maze,” highlighting the complexity and intricacy of quantum systems. The mention of “entangled states and superposed arrays” further emphasizes the advanced and often bewildering nature of quantum mechanics. These elements are said to offer “speed unbound,” a metaphor for the exponential acceleration in processing power that quantum computing promises, enabling the solution of problems that are currently beyond reach.

The focus shifts in the third quatrain to artificial intelligence, which is personified as having “minds with learning deep.” This line underscores the depth and complexity of AI’s learning capabilities. The AI is depicted as gracefully harnessing the leap in computational power provided by quantum computing, using algorithms where quantum entanglements— a phenomenon that allows particles to be interconnected regardless of distance—seep in. This fusion of quantum mechanics and AI algorithms is described as “rich in knowledge,” suggesting a deep and fruitful integration that enhances the capabilities of both technologies.

The final couplet of the poem brings a romantic and almost mystical conclusion to the narrative. The phrase “weave a love divine” implies a creation of something transcendental and extraordinary, born from the union of quantum computing and artificial intelligence. The entwining of “quantum’s heart” and “AI’s soul” suggests an intimate and inseparable bond, where the two technologies are no longer distinct entities but parts of a greater whole. This imagery evokes a sense of harmony and unity, portraying a future where technology transcends its mechanical nature to become something more profound and beautiful.

This entire post was generated using artificial intelligence.
The image was generated using DALL-E 3.
The poem and description were generated using ChatGPT 4.
The music was generated using Udio.

Beautiful

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Eminem – Beautiful

Lately I’ve been hard to reach, I’ve been too long on my own.
Everybody has a private world where they can be alone.
Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me, like I’m reaching out for you?

I’m just so fuckin’ depressed, I just can’t seem to get out this slump.
If I could just get over this hump,
But I need something to pull me out this dump.
I took my bruises, took my lumps,
Fell down and I got right back up.
But I need that spark to get psyched back up,
In order for me to pick the mic back up.
I don’t know how or why or when I ended up in this position I’m in.
I’m starting to feel distant again,
So I decided just to pick this pen,
Up and try to make an attempt to vent.
But I just can’t admit,
Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap.
I need a new outlet, and I know some shit’s so hard to swallow,
But I just can’t sit back and wallow,
In my own sorrow.
But I know one fact, I’ll be one tough act to follow,
One tough act to follow.
I’ll be one tough act to follow.
Here today, gone tomorrow,
But you’d have to walk a thousand miles,

In my shoes, just to see,
What it’s like, to be me.
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes,
Just to see what it’d be like to,
Feel your pain, you feel mine,
Go inside each other’s minds,
Just to see what we find,
Look at shit through each other’s eyes.

But don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful.
They can all get fucked,
Just stay true to you.
Don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful.
They can all get fucked,
Just stay true to you.

I think I’m starting to lose my sense of humor.
Everything is so tense and gloom.
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room.
Just as soon as I walk in,
It’s like all eyes on me.
So I try to avoid any eye contact,
‘Cause if I do that then it opens the door for conversation,
Like I want that… I’m not looking for extra attention.
I just want to be just like you,
Blend in with the rest of the room,
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom.
I don’t need no fucking man servant,
Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass.
Laugh at every single joke I crack,
And half of ’em ain’t even funny like,
“Ha! Marshall you’re so funny man, you should be a comedian, God damn.”
Unfortunately, I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown.
So why don’t you all sit down,
Listen to the tale I’m about to tell.
Hell, we don’t gotta trade our shoes,
And you ain’t gotta walk no thousand miles,

In my shoes, just to see,
What it’s like, to be me.
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes,
Just to see what it’d be like to,
Feel your pain, you feel mine,
Go inside each other’s minds,
Just to see what we find,
Look at shit through each other’s eyes.

But don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful.
They can all get fucked,
Just stay true to you.
Don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful.
They can all get fucked,
Just stay true to you.

Nobody asked for life to deal us,
With these bullshit hands we’re dealt.
We gotta take these cards ourselves,
And flip ’em, don’t expect no help.
Now I could have either just,
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned,
Or take this situation in which I’m placed in,
And get up and get my own.
I was never the type of kid,
To wait by the door and pack his bags,
Who sat on the porch and hoped and prayed,
For a dad to show up who never did.
I just wanted to fit in,
In every single place,
Every school I went.
I dreamed of being that cool kid,
Even if it meant acting stupid.

Aunt Edna always told me “Keep makin’ that face it’ll get stuck like that.”
Meanwhile I’m just standin’ there,
Holdin’ my tongue tryna talk like this,
‘Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old.
I learned my lesson then ’cause I wasn’t tryna impress my friends no more,
But I already told you my whole life story,
Not just based on my description,
‘Cause where you see it from where you’re sittin’,
It’s probably 110% different.
I guess we would have to walk a mile,
In each other’s shoes, at least.
What size you wear? I wear tens.
Let’s see if you can fit your feet,

In my shoes, just to see,
What it’s like, to be me.
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes,
Just to see what it’d be like to,
Feel your pain, you feel mine,
Go inside each other’s minds,
Just to see what we find,
Look at shit through each other’s eyes.

But don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful.
They can all get fucked,
Just stay true to you.
Don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful.
They can all get fucked,
Just stay true to you.

Lately I’ve been hard to reach, I’ve been too long on my own.
Everybody has a private world where they can be alone.
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me, like I’m reaching out for you?

To my babies: Stay strong.
Dad’ll be home soon.
And to the rest of the world: God gave you them shoes,
To fit you, so put ’em on and wear ’em.
Be yourself, man, be proud of who you are.
Even if it sounds corny,
Don’t ever let no one tell you, you ain’t beautiful.

Songwriters: Marshall Mathers / Andy Hill / Don Black / Luis Edgardo Resto / Jeffrey Irwin Bass

Beautiful lyrics © Shroom Shady Music, Big Note Music Ltd., Jeff Bass Music Llc, Songs Of Universal Inc., Big Note Music Ltd, Don Black Music Ltd

RIP Chester & Jordan

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Linkin Park – Crawling (One More Light Live)

There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface,
Consuming, confusing.

This lack of self-control I fear is never ending,
Controlling,
I can’t seem,
To find myself again,
My walls are closing in.

I’ve felt this way before,
So insecure.

Crawling in my skin,
These wounds, they will not heal.
Fear is how I fall,
Confusing what is real.

Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me,
Distracting, reacting.

Against my will, I stand beside my own reflection.

It’s haunting,
How I can’t seem,
To find myself again,
My walls are closing in.

I’ve felt this way before,
So insecure.

Crawling in my skin,
These wounds, they will not heal,
Fear is how I fall,
Confusing what is real.

Crawling in my skin,
These wounds, they will not heal,
Fear is how I fall,
Confusing, confusing what is real.

Songwriters: Linkin Park

Crawling lyrics © Universal Music – Z Tunes Llc, Universal Music – Mgb Songs, Universal Music – Z Songs, Nondisclosure Agreement Music, Big Bad Mr. Hahn Music, Rob Bourdon Music, Kenji Kobayashi Music, Zomba Enterprises Inc., Big Bad Mr Hahn Music

Elizabeth Woolridge Grant

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“When I was studying philosophy my teacher told me that it’s okay to feel like the people you’re closest to aren’t alive anymore. Sometimes that is the best company to keep. It’s about the people that pondered the same questions as you did, and had the same sort of life mentality as you. I was upset and inspired by that premise.”

Gods & Monsters

In the land of Gods and Monsters,
I was an angel living in the garden of evil,
Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed,
Shining like a fiery beacon.

You got that medicine I need,
Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly.
Put your hands on my waist, do it softly,
Me and God, we don’t get along,
So now I sing,

No one’s gonna take my soul away,
I’m living like Jim Morrison,
Headed towards a fucked up holiday,
Motel sprees, sprees and I’m singing,

“Fuck yeah, give it to me,”
“This is Heaven, what I truly want.”
It’s innocence lost,
Innocence lost.

In the land of Gods and Monsters,
I was an angel looking to get fucked hard.
Like a groupie incognito, posing as a real singer,
Life imitates art.

You got that medicine I need,
Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart, please,
I don’t really wanna know what’s good for me,
God’s dead, I said, “Baby, that’s alright with me.”

No one’s gonna take my soul away,
I’m living like Jim Morrison,
Headed towards a fucked up holiday,
Motel sprees, sprees and I’m singing,

“Fuck yeah, give it to me,”
“This is Heaven, what I truly want.”
It’s innocence lost,
Innocence lost.

When you talk, it’s like a movie,
And you’re making me crazy,
‘Cause life imitates art.
If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?
You tell me, “Life isn’t that hard.”

No one’s gonna take my soul away,
I’m living like Jim Morrison,
Headed towards a fucked up holiday,
Motel sprees, sprees and I’m singing,

“Fuck yeah, give it to me,”
“This is Heaven, what I truly want.”
It’s innocence lost,
Innocence lost.

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Elizabeth Grant / Tim Larcombe
Gods & Monsters lyrics © Emi Music Publishing Ltd, Leonard Street Songs Ltd

“I majored in metaphysics in college, that’s what I got my degree in. And the reason I chose that was because the Jesuits who were teaching that subject, they weren’t just theologians, they also had backgrounds in science. Obviously the quest for peace, the quest for knowledge of something bigger is… that’s the end game. That’s what I’m really interested in.”

Heroin

Topanga’s hot tonight, the city by the bay,
Has movie stars and liquor stores and soft decay.
The rumbling from distant shores sends me to sleep, but,
The facts of life can sometimes make it hard to dream.

Life rocked me like Mötley,
Grabbed me by the ribbons in my hair.
Life rocked me ultra-softly,
Like the heavy metal that you wear.

I’m flying to the moon again,
Dreaming about heroin,
How it gave you everything and took your life away.

I put you on an aeroplane,
Destined for a foreign land.
I hoped that you’d come back again,
And tell me everything’s okay.

Topanga’s hot today, Manson’s in the air,
And all my friends have gone, ’cause they still feel him here.
I want to leave, I’ll probably stay another year,
It’s hard to leave when absolutely nothing’s clear.

Life rocked me like Mötley,
Bad beginnin’ to my new year.
Life rocked me ultra-softly,
Like the heavy metal that you hear.

I’m flyin’ to the moon again,
Dreaming about heroin,
And how it gave you everything and took your life away.

I put you on the aeroplane,
Destined for a foreign land.
I thought that you’d come back again,
To tell me everything’s okay.

Winter in the city,
Something ’bout this weather made these kids go crazy,
(It’s hot!) Even for February,
Something ’bout this sun has made these kids get scary.

Ohh! Writing in blood on my walls and shit,
Like, ah, oh my God,
Jumping off from the walls into the docks and shit,
Oh, ho-ho-ho! I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sick of it.

I’m flying to the moon again,
Dreaming about marzipan,
Taking all my medicine to take my thoughts away.

I’m getting on that aeroplane,
Leaving my old man again.
I hope that I come back one day,
To tell you that I really changed.

Something ’bout the city,
Don’t know what it is, it makes my head get crazy,
Ohh! Makes me feel like I can change,
Oh, ho-ho-ho! All of my evil ways and shit.

Ohh, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sick of it.

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Elizabeth Grant / Richard W. Jr. Nowels
Heroin lyrics © R Rated Music, Universal Music Works

Not An Addict

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K’s Choice – Not An Addict

Breathe it in and breathe it out,
And pass it on, it’s almost out.

We’re so creative, so much more,
We’re high above, but on the floor.

It’s not a habit, it’s cool, I feel alive,
If you don’t have it, you’re on the other side.

The deeper you stick it in your vein,
The deeper the thoughts, there’s no more pain.

I’m in heaven, I’m a god,
I’m everywhere, I feel so hot.

It’s not a habit, it’s cool, I feel alive,
If you don’t have it, you’re on the other side.
I’m not an addict, maybe that’s a lie.

It’s over now, I’m cold, alone,
I’m just a person on my own.
Nothing means a thing to me,
Oh, nothing means a thing to me.

It’s not a habit, it’s cool, I feel alive,
If you don’t have it, you’re on the other side.
I’m not an addict, maybe that’s a lie.

Free me, leave me,
Watch me as I’m goin’ down,
And free me, see me,
Look at me, I’m fallin’ and I’m fallin’.

It is not a habit, it is cool, I feel alive, I feel,
It is not a habit, it is cool, I feel alive.

It’s not a habit, it’s cool, I feel alive,
If you don’t have it, you’re on the other side.
I’m not an addict, maybe that’s a lie.

I’m not an addict.
I’m not an addict.
I’m not an addict.

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Bettens Gert / Bettens Sarah

Pneuma

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Tool – Pneuma

We are spirit
Bound to this flesh
We go around one foot nailed down
We’re bound to reach out and beyond
This flesh become Pneuma

We are will and wonder
Bound to recall, remember
(We are born of)
One breath, one word
(We are all)
One spark, sun becoming

Child, wake up
Child, release
The light
Wake up now, child, wake up
Child, release
The light
Wake up now, child

(Spirit)
(Spirit)
(Spirit)
(Spirit)

Bound to this flesh
This guise, this mask, this dream
Wake up, remember
(We are born of)
One breath, one word
(We are all)
One spark, sun becoming

Pneuma
Reach out and beyond
Wake up, remember
(We are born of)
One breath, one word
(We are all)
One spark, eyes full of wonder

Songwriters: Adam Jones / Daniel Carey / Justin Chancellor / Maynard Keenan

Pneuma lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Hurt

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Johnny Cash – Hurt (Cover)

I hurt myself today,
To see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain,
The only thing that’s real.

The needle tears a hole,
The old familiar sting.
Try to kill it all away,
But I remember everything.

What have I become,
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know,
Goes away in the end.

And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.

I wear this crown of thorns,
Upon my liar’s chair.
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time,
The feelings disappear.
You are someone else,
I am still right here.

What have I become,
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know,
Goes away in the end.

And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.

If I could start again,
A million miles away.
I will keep myself,
I would find a way.

Originally performed by Nine Inch Nails

Songwriters: Trent Reznor
Hurt lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

October

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Evanescence – October

I can’t run anymore,
I fall before you.
Here I am,
I have nothing left.
Though I’ve tried to forget,
you’re all that I am.
Take me home.
I’m through fighting it.

Broken,
lifeless.
I give up,
you’re my only strength.
Without you
I can’t go on anymore.
Ever again.

My only hope (All the times I’ve tried).
My only peace.
My only joy (To walk away from you).
My only strength.
My only power (I fall into your abounding grace).
My only life.
My only love (And love is where I am).

I can’t run anymore,
I give myself to you.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
In all my bitterness,
I ignored all that’s real and true,
all I need is you.
When night falls on me,
I’ll not close my eyes.
I’m too alive
and you’re too strong.

I can’t lie anymore.
I fall down before you.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.

My only hope (All the times I’ve tried).
My only peace.
My only joy (To walk away from you).
My only strength
My only power (I fall into your abounding grace).
My only life.
My only love (And love is where I am).

Constantly ignoring the pain consuming me,
but this time it’s cut too deep.
I’ll never stray again.

My only hope (All the times I’ve tried).
My only peace.
My only joy (To walk away from you).
My only strength.
My only power (I fall into your abounding grace).
My only life.
My only love (And love is where I am).
My only hope (All the times I’ve tried).
My only peace.
My only joy (To walk away from you).
My only strength.
My only power (I fall into your abounding grace).
My only life.
My only love (And love is where I am).

Songwriters: Will Boyd, Ben Moody & Amy Lee

Status: Unreleased

Descending

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Tool – Descending

Free fall through our midnight,
This epilogue of our own fable,
Heedless in our slumber,
Floating nescient we,
Free fall through this boundlessness,
This madness,
Of our own making.

Falling isn’t flying,
Floating isn’t infinite.

Come our end suddenly,
All hail our lethargy,
Concede suddenly,
To the quickened dissolution,
Pray we mitigate the ruin,
Calling all to arms and order.

Drifting through this boundlessness,
This madness of our own making.

Sound our dire reveille,
Rouse all from our apathy,
Lest we,
Cease to be.

Stir us from our,
Wanton slumber,
Mitigate our ruin,
Call us all to arms and order.

Sound the dread alarm,
Through our primal body,
Sound the reveille,
To be or not to be.

Rise,
Stay the grand finale,
Stay the reading of our swan song and epilogue.

One drive to stay alive,
It’s elementary,
Muster every fiber,
Mobilize,
Stay alive.

Stir us from our,
Wanton slumber,
Mitigate our ruin,
Call us all to arms and order.

Songwriters: Maynard James Keenan / Adam Jones / Daniel Carey / Justin Gunner Chancello
Descending lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc