Bury thy work of art thou claimed to adore,
I’ll be the Cerberus that guards the front door.
If demanding the truth be a noxious offense,
Then I’ll be the Beast in thy own defense.
Brand me the shadow, the assassin, the ghost,
The malice-born error that cost you the most.
I’d rather be loathed for the soul I am,
Than bled by the blade of a Mercenary's sham.
Paint me in charcoal, in soot, and in spite,
For oiling thy lamp into thy night.
If my self-respect to be a concoction thou dread,
Then let me be Villain—I slumber with the dead.
Wearing the vestment thou offered for free,
Is a Win for the House and a Win for me.
Thy "Hero" you wanted was but captive in chains,
But the Wicked are free... and the silence remains.
Thus, allow me to be thy villain
To be thy own lost narrative
To be thy own regretful victory.
I honor the truth; that is my initiative.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 7:52 PM UTC
Bury thy work of art thou claimed to adore,
I’ll be the Cerberus that guards the front door.
If demanding the truth be a noxious offense,
Then I’ll be the Beast in thy own defense.
Brand me the shadow, the assassin, the ghost,
The malice-born error that cost you the most.
I’d rather be loathed for the soul I am,
Than bled by the blade of a Mercenary's sham.
Paint me in charcoal, in soot, and in spite,
For oiling thy lamp into thy night.
If my self-respect to be a concoction thou dread,
Then let me be Villain—I slumber with the dead.
Wearing the vestment thou offered for free,
Is a Win for the House and a Win for me.
Thy "Hero" you wanted was but captive in chains,
But the Wicked are free... and the silence remains.
Thus, allow me to be thy villain
To be thy own lost narrative
To be thy own regretful victory.
I honor the truth; that is my initiative.
02-03-2026
Part II: The Archive of Sovereignty
