Pressures rising

I’m a spiral of sirens, a violent environment,

Cyclonic alignment, I silence the sirens through defiance

Pressure is piling, the climate is primed for the riot,

I ride it, divide every line with a tyrant’s alliance

Wind-driven sentences shredding your sentiments Heavy with evidence, bending your skeletal elements,

I’m in the eye but weaponize everything I inherit,

Then tear it apart with a whirlwind imperative.

I’m a vortex of force with a torque that’ll warp you,

Distort and contort every form that supports you,

Debris in the breeze, every piece is a thesis,

Leaving lesions in sequences deep as amnesia,

I thunder in clusters, combustion of rythym,

Erupting with something that ruptures your radius,

Double-time trouble when syllables stutter and scatter,

Then gather and batter the pattern you thought no to matter.

I’m the calm in the center, but tension is threaded,

Embedded in pleasure i measure sever then edit,

Atmospheric collapse when I snap on the measure,

Applying the pressure, compressing whatever you treasure,

Hydraulic with logic, the flows atomic like chronic,

Supersonic, I’m rocking the tectonic plates out their pockets,

I’m erosion and motion, devotion to breaking your focus,

Till oceans are opening under the weight of my locusts.

I rotate with a rate that’ll grate on your structure,

Create and then break every state you can muster,

I’m rewriting the data with beta decay in the rythym ,

Im Contagious, like staging a matrix of mayhem and maintenance,

I’m the roar with a core of a war in the weather,

A terror that tears every layer together,

When the dust settles down, there’s no sound, just the error—

Every letter embedded: whirlwind of terror.

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