Shogun’s Shadow

Kneel.

Obey.

Decay.

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Raised in a regime where the weak don’t survive,

Bred for the blade, kept rage alive.

Drums in my chest like a battlefield riot,

Silence the doubt — I move like a tyrant.

Shogun’s shadow stitched into my spine,

Every command like a choke on my mind.

Armor blacked out, crest burning bright,

I was their weapon — they sharpened my spite.

Chain hit concrete, sparks in the rain,

Thunder in my grip, lightning in veins.

You pray for mercy — I pray for a war,

Kick down the gates, rip off the door.

I don’t hesitate — hesitation kills,

Heart so cold it could fracture steel.

Every scar got a hierarchy rank,

Climb over bodies — never give thanks.

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Hear that crown crack under pressure?

Hear that loyalty beg for measure?

You built a monster in your image —

Now watch me sever the tether.

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I am the shadow behind the throne,

Blade in the dark — I stand alone.

You gave me a name, I carved it in stone,

Now I’m breaking the bones of the empire you own.

Chain swing — let it rain sparks,

Blood oath dripping in the dark.

If you made me a demon to finish your war —

Don’t be shocked when I kick in your door.

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Banner burning, watch it collapse,

All that honor just smoke and ash.

You said “serve” — I said “bet,”

Now your kingdom in debt.

I don’t fear death, I rehearse it,

Blade so clean it’s surgical purpose.

Scythe curve flash like a crescent moon,

Every step echo impending doom.

You see control — I see chains,

You see order — I see graves.

Built your empire off broken sons,

Now I’m the storm that you can’t outrun.

No mercy coded in my DNA,

No god watching when I disobey.

Crown so heavy it snapped your neck —

Now I’m collecting the unpaid debt.

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Bow down.

Face down.

Hear the war drums shake the ground.

Steel scream.

Blood steam.

This is what your silence means.

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I am the shadow behind the throne,

You lost control of the beast you own.

Chain swing wild — let kingdoms fall,

I was your soldier — now I’m your flaw.

From loyal blade to rebel scar,

You built this rage — now here we are.

When the crown slips into the grave —

Remember the weapon you made.