When the sky rips open

🔥 “WHEN THE SKY RIPS OPEN”

The earth cracks like it’s finally had enough of us.

Flames crawl up what’s left of the skyline

and I walk straight through it, teeth clenched,

done pretending this world ever deserved saving.

Every promise we made burned out long before the fires did.

Now the sky shakes like it’s ready to vomit the truth

we’ve been too cowardly to face.

No gods.

No saviors.

Just a planet drowning in the mess we made.

I’m not scared—

I’m pissed.

And I want the void to hear every second of it.

When the sky rips open, I don’t fall—

I roar back, louder than the collapse.

If this is the end, then good.

Let the universe choke on my rage

while the world tears itself apart.

I refuse to go quietly.

I refuse to die soft.

Concrete splits like bone;

the city screams louder than the people running from it.

I shove past the wreckage

because there’s nothing left worth clinging to.

This wasn’t judgment—

this was consequence,

and we earned every second of it.

So I stare right into the fire

and let it know I’m not backing down.

No gods.

No saviors.

Not a single excuse left to hide behind.

Just the wrath in my lungs

and the truth echoing in every explosion—

WE DID THIS.

AND I’M DONE PRETENDING WE DIDN’T.

When the sky rips open, I don’t fall—

I roar back, louder than the collapse.

If this is the end, then good.

Let the universe choke on my rage

while the world tears itself apart.

I refuse to go quietly.

I refuse to die soft.

Let the heavens crumble.

Let the sun bleed out.

I’ll still be standing in the center of the fallout,

shouting every word we were too scared to say

while the world rots around me.

LET IT BURN.

LET IT BREAK.

I’M NOT AFRAID.

I’M AWAKE.

LET THE VOID COME—

I’LL RIP IT OPEN TOO.

When the sky rips open, I don’t beg—

I bare my teeth to the end of time.

If everything dies today,

then it dies hearing me rage

until the stars go silent.