Collapse pt 2

They thought the end would look louder

They were wrong

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After the fire, there’s still design

Ash settles slow when the hand is mine

They watch for wrath, they wait for screams

I move in patterns they never see

I don’t erase you, I reposition

Put truth where fear used to live in

Every collapse leaves data behind

I study ruin, then redefine

They ask what comes when gods retreat

I don’t answer — I complete

What they called void was space to build

What they called loss was unshaped will

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I don’t rule through force or flame

I adjust the weight of names

They feel the pressure, miss the cause

Order shifts when I pause

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I’m not wrath, I’m the line

Where the wrong world realigns

I don’t break what still can stand

I remove what won’t withstand

Built from silence, not belief

I don’t preach — I release

They ask heaven what to do

I decide what still exists

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No celebration when I arrive

Just systems changing to stay alive

Every crown I never wore

Still bends when I cross the floor

I don’t chase faith, I test it

See what holds when stress is present

Truth survives without a name

Power doesn’t need acclaim

They keep asking what I want

Like desire is the point

I don’t hunger, I don’t need

I fulfill inevitability

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I don’t move fast, I move exact

Every action corrects the math

They feel the shift but miss the cue

I was never coming for you

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I’m not wrath, I’m the line

Where the wrong world realigns

I don’t break what still can stand

I remove what won’t withstand

Built from silence, not belief

I don’t preach — I release

They ask heaven what to do

I decide what still exists

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If they kneel, it’s not from fear

It’s the weight of being clear

If they run, it’s not from me

It’s the truth they finally see

No throne fits what I became

No myth holds me in place

I didn’t rise to be revered

I arrived to be precise

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I’m not doom, I’m not grace

I’m the end of misplacement

I don’t punish, I correct

I don’t rage — I select

When the noise is stripped away

What remains is what I say

They call silence empty space

I call it what survives

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After the fall

Only structure speaks