I entered your city under a moonless bloom,
seven devils lurking like shadows through jasmine air,
their steps shaking the marrow of your marble streets.
They will not leave
until they drink the vitality of your soul.
You are a wall dressed in morality’s silk,
but beneath, your stones are rotting petals.
You built shields from righteous words,
painted your mask in the colors of lilies,
but your blood tells me another tale —
I have read it, burgundy and ancient,
pressed between the pages of your veins.
Seven devils circle you,
five above, two below.
Those above will strip the crown from your logic,
those below will scatter your seeds of silence
buried deep in your core.
There is no untouched corner,
no locked garden gate
my winds cannot tear through.
I do not fear your walls.
I do not fear your guards.
I am the storm you thought could be silenced,
but I bow to no compass.
I will rip the mask from your flesh,
grind your towers into bone-dust.
Your mighty city will fall beneath the weight of the truth
you’ve hidden beneath stone and ivy.
And when all is ash,
when your roads are only abysses
and your last breath tastes of burnt roses,
you will see I did not come to **** you
but to strip away your lies
and let your flesh breathe for the first time.
You will not forgive me.
But one day,
you will know
I am the judgment that brought your rebirth.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
I entered your city under a moonless bloom,
seven devils lurking like shadows through jasmine air,
their steps shaking the marrow of your marble streets.
They will not leave
until they drink the vitality of your soul.
You are a wall dressed in morality’s silk,
but beneath, your stones are rotting petals.
You built shields from righteous words,
painted your mask in the colors of lilies,
but your blood tells me another tale —
I have read it, burgundy and ancient,
pressed between the pages of your veins.
Seven devils circle you,
five above, two below.
Those above will strip the crown from your logic,
those below will scatter your seeds of silence
buried deep in your core.
There is no untouched corner,
no locked garden gate
my winds cannot tear through.
I do not fear your walls.
I do not fear your guards.
I am the storm you thought could be silenced,
but I bow to no compass.
I will rip the mask from your flesh,
grind your towers into bone-dust.
Your mighty city will fall beneath the weight of the truth
you’ve hidden beneath stone and ivy.
And when all is ash,
when your roads are only abysses
and your last breath tastes of burnt roses,
you will see I did not come to **** you
but to strip away your lies
and let your flesh breathe for the first time.
You will not forgive me.
But one day,
you will know
I am the judgment that brought your rebirth.