Poem request from Milaxu: Wanted me to use a random quote from Friedrich Nietzsche

In the depths of our loneliest hours,
When the world around us seems to devour,
A demon may come and whisper in our ear,
Of a fate that fills our hearts with fear.

The thought of living this life once more,
And endless cycles to endure,
Can crush the spirit and break the soul,
And leave us feeling utterly alone.

For what is the point of this endless game,
If we must relive the pain and the shame,
And face the same battles over and again,
With no hope of ever breaking free from sin?

Yet, perhaps in a moment of divine clarity,
We may see the beauty in this disparity,
And embrace the chance to live once more,
To seek redemption and love and so much more.

For though the weight of this knowledge is great,
And the thought of living again may cause us to shake,
There is still a glimmer of hope to hold,
And a chance to rewrite our story and be bold.

So let us not curse the demon who speaks,
But instead, find the strength to seek,
A life worth living, a legacy to leave,
And the chance to our demons to deceive.

For in this endless cycle, there is still light,
A hope that shines through the darkest night,
And though the road may be long and hard,
We can find a way to play our part.

And in the end, when our journey is done,
We may find that this life was not so tragic after all,
But a beautiful tapestry of joy and pain,
Woven together in a grand refrain.