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They dress up decay in diamonds, call it love, call it legacy. But I see the rust beneath the glitter, and I spit truth like venom in a velvet chalice. This world’s a theater of fakes, drama stitched in skin-deep stakes. They **** for gold that flakes in rain, then cry when love don’t feel the same. I walk through crowds of mannequins, smiles stapled on with sin. They preach connection, but their hands are hollow— grasping ghosts just to feel something shallow. They trade truth for trending, sell pain for praise. I spit sermons in cipher while they drown in their own haze. I don’t play their game. I burn the board. I don’t chase their fame. I forge the sword. Plastic thrones, poisoned crowns— they rise in noise and fall in sound. They love like leeches, feed on fear. I walk alone but I walk clear. They **** for gold that flakes in light. They love with hearts already blight. I don’t beg. I don’t bend. I just build what they pretend. They post their pain like trophies, but never bleed for real. I write in scars and silence— they just mimic what they feel. I’ve seen love sold in filters, truth drowned in trends. I’ve watched gods turn to influencers and prophets chase dead ends. They wear chaos like fashion, but I wear mine like armor. They scream for attention— I whisper for honor. I don’t need their spotlight— I burn in eclipse. I don’t need their lips— I speak from crypts. Let them crown themselves in plastic. Let them dance in drama’s flame. I’ll be carving truth in tombstones while they chase a hollow name. I don’t want their gold— it flakes too fast. I don’t want their love— it’s built to crash. I want silence that sings. I want pain that’s pure. I want legacy that can endure. Plastic thrones, poisoned crowns— they rise in noise and fall in sound. They **** for gold that flakes in light. They love with hearts already blight. I walk alone but I walk true. I build from ash what they undo. Let them rot in riches. Let them drown in fame. I’ll be the echo they couldn’t name.
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Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
Plastic thrones and poisoned crowns
They dress up decay in diamonds, call it love, call it legacy. But I see the rust beneath the glitter, and I spit truth like venom in a velvet chalice. This world’s a theater of fakes, drama stitched in skin-deep stakes. They **** for gold that flakes in rain, then cry when love don’t feel the same. I walk through crowds of mannequins, smiles stapled on with sin. They preach connection, but their hands are hollow— grasping ghosts just to feel something shallow. They trade truth for trending, sell pain for praise. I spit sermons in cipher while they drown in their own haze. I don’t play their game. I burn the board. I don’t chase their fame. I forge the sword. Plastic thrones, poisoned crowns— they rise in noise and fall in sound. They love like leeches, feed on fear. I walk alone but I walk clear. They **** for gold that flakes in light. They love with hearts already blight. I don’t beg. I don’t bend. I just build what they pretend. They post their pain like trophies, but never bleed for real. I write in scars and silence— they just mimic what they feel. I’ve seen love sold in filters, truth drowned in trends. I’ve watched gods turn to influencers and prophets chase dead ends. They wear chaos like fashion, but I wear mine like armor. They scream for attention— I whisper for honor. I don’t need their spotlight— I burn in eclipse. I don’t need their lips— I speak from crypts. Let them crown themselves in plastic. Let them dance in drama’s flame. I’ll be carving truth in tombstones while they chase a hollow name. I don’t want their gold— it flakes too fast. I don’t want their love— it’s built to crash. I want silence that sings. I want pain that’s pure. I want legacy that can endure. Plastic thrones, poisoned crowns— they rise in noise and fall in sound. They **** for gold that flakes in light. They love with hearts already blight. I walk alone but I walk true. I build from ash what they undo. Let them rot in riches. Let them drown in fame. I’ll be the echo they couldn’t name.
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BreathLessInk
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Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
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