Divine Wrath (Obito & Madara)

I was the shadow of a dream that Kakáshi dropped,

Buried Rin with my heart in that blood-soaked plot.

Left my name in the flames, now I’m ghost and god,

Put the world in a genjutsu, make ‘em worship the fraud.

Call me puppet, call me broken, but I puppeteer fate,

Used Mah-dah-rah’s plan, then I warped that hate.

Spittin’ death from my palm with the Jūbi inside,

Fuck peace, this pain’s how the real gods rise.

Built the Moon's Eye plan from the bones of kids,

Watched villages burn as I slid through the mist.

Fuck a Will of Fire—I torch that shit,

'Cause I bled and I begged and y’all ain’t do dick.

Every dream I had got crushed in war,

So I turned those dreams into blood and gore.

I ain't a savior, I’m the devil in disguise,

With a mask on my face and Hell in my eyes.

I was the legend, the storm that birthed hell,

Ripped through the Senju, left nothin' but shells.

Hashiráma's ghost still hauntin' my mind,

But the dream we made got left behind.

Now I’m back—resurrected in a blaze of pride,

With the Jūbi’s wrath beatin’ deep inside.

Fuck your new age, fuck your leaf-grown spawns,

I’m the wrath of the gods when the chakra dawns.

I spit truth through meteors, drop moons like threats,

Bitch, I bend Bijū like I’m cashin’ debts.

Ho-Kah-Gay? Nah—I was never your king,

I was power incarnate, the final swing.

They called me mad, now they kneel in fear,

As I remake this world in a god-tier smear.

Truth-Seeking Balls hover, my will’s divine,

I erased your justice, now your fate is mine.

But still—behind all this rage, there’s a grave for Rin,

A child lost so deep, I let the void pull in.

I ain’t a god, I’m just broken and armed,

With a voice that spits vengeance and a world I harmed.

Spare the pity, I don’t bleed or beg,

I stood on mountains while the weak broke legs.

I am the answer, the final say,

A god with a blade that don’t kneel or pray.

But I saw Naruto rise, and that shit cut deep,

He held the light I let the darkness reap.

I gave him my flame in the end, no fear,

Told him “Be Ho-Kah-Gay”—make the path clear.

And I laughed as I crumbled, no tears, no grace,

Even in death, I spit in Hashiráma’s face.

No heaven waits, no soul to save,

Just divine wrath scorched into my grave.

We were gods—now myths they whisper at night,

Monsters of the war who gave death its bite.

Jūbi in our chest, no mortal bounds,

They buried us in blood—but still feel our sound.