Crushed Ice and Diamonds

They call it ambition, I call it survival.

A kingdom built on glass and steel,

Crushed ice in my veins, sharp like diamonds.

What’s the cost of progress? They’ll never feel.

I’m the architect of their small worlds,

Blueprints etched in gold and greed.

Every crack in their foundation fuels my climb.

It’s not personal; it’s how you succeed.

“Do you see the shards beneath your throne?

Each splintered dream, each broken stone.

Does your kingdom glitter brighter

When you crush the souls who make it grow?”

Your voices are noise; I drown them in profit.

Diamonds are made from pressure—

You should be grateful for my vision.

Cracked mirrors don’t change the reflection of power.

“Do you see the shards beneath your throne?

Each splintered dream, each broken stone.

Does your kingdom glitter brighter

When you crush the souls who make it grow?”

Sacrifice is the price of victory.

Your faces fade, your voices cry,

But progress is blind; it doesn’t wait.

Blindness won’t save me from the weight.

Crushed ice melts, but diamonds endure.

Empires don’t need empathy to shine.

Your voices will fade, your faces forgotten,

And I’ll still be here—sharp, cold, divine.