Reverberation Shrine

Beneath the stone, beneath the ash,

A temple waits in silence smashed.

Its walls are lined with spectral sound,

A choir lost, yet still unbound.

Each footstep stirs the broken air,

Where screams once hung like sacred prayer.

A shrine to sorrow, carved in dust,

It holds our pain because it must.

Welcome to the reverberation shrine,

Where time repeats in sacred lines.

Echoes weep through shattered glass,

Each cry a ghost that will not pass.

The voices bleed from floor to dome,

But none who enter leave alone.

A chamber tuned to every sin —

The shrine where suffering sings within.

The altar hums with endless dread,

A pulse composed of all we’ve said.

Lament is looped in waves of tone,

A thousand griefs become its own.

It doesn't judge, it doesn't heal,

It simply plays what we conceal.

The things we lost, the things we gave,

Now echo here beyond the grave.

Welcome to the reverberation shrine,

Where time repeats in sacred lines.

Echoes weep through shattered glass,

Each cry a ghost that will not pass.

The voices bleed from floor to dome,

But none who enter leave alone.

A chamber tuned to every sin —

The shrine where suffering sings within.

I hear them still...

The ones we buried in silence...

The ones we never forgave…

Their voices ring, forever brave…

Welcome to the reverberation shrine,

Where memory and myth entwine.

No silence here, no peace, no end —

Just echoes mourning what we penned.

We were here… we still remain… we still remain… we still… remain…