Die Screamin

Genki Dama, name sound like boom,

Step in the field and I clear out the room.

Thunder in veins, fire in lungs,

I fight with a grin and blood on my tongue.

I ain’t noble—I ain’t pure,

I’m the cure when you need something raw and sure.

Slice through demons just for kicks,

Laughin’ while they beg, split ‘em in six.

Thunder Breathing—flash like rage,

Flame Breathing—burn the cage.

Put ‘em together? I’m chaos-made,

Two styles deep and I still upgrade.

I don’t pray, I don’t pause,

I don’t need your rules or cause.

I fight for fun, I live for pain,

Every scar I got is a trophy chain.

I’m that slayer your squad don’t claim,

Too reckless, too loud, too untamed.

But when the blood hits dirt and the sky turns red,

Guess who’s still swingin’ when the rest play dead?

I break necks with a thunder laugh,

Cut so deep you forget the math.

Muzan’s name? I carved it down,

So when I meet him—I’m takin’ that crown.

Face to face, Muzan smirkin’,

Whole air shifts, whole world jerkin’.

He flex, I grin—“Yo, that all?”

Then I hit him with a flame so tall.

Eighth Form—Inferno Voltage Crash,

Blade like lightning, strike then flash.

He heals fast, I hit faster,

We dance in death, he drips disaster.

Chest cracked, blood in my throat,

But I don’t stop—I ignite the coat.

Hair on fire, breathin’ ash,

And every move I make is a thunder clash.

“You’re insane,” he said. Yeah, that’s fact.

But insanity’s why I never crack.

I’ve seen friends fall, seen captains break—

But I’m the storm no storm can take.

Bones snap? Good. That’s more thrill.

Heart slowin’ down? I’m climbin’ still.

I laugh through pain, grin through gore—

This ain’t just war, man—this is sport.

Final Form—Scarlet Blitz Funeral

I know I’m dyin’, feel the terminal.

But I plant my blade in Muzan’s chest—

Blood for blood, and I did my best.

💥“I don’t run, I don’t beg,

I fight ‘til my breath hits the edge.

You want quiet? Pick another name—

Genki Dama went out in flame.”💥

They say I smiled when I lost my head,

Still laughin’ as I joined the dead.

Muzan bled—he’ll heal, yeah true,

But he’ll remember the freak that burned him through.