Deep in my marrow, a whisper ignites,
A code in the dark that remembers the light.
FOXO3 — the ember, the spark,
The ghost of forever that thrives in the dark.
Stem cells chanting, a storm in the blood,
I rise from the ash, baptized in the flood.
Mutation divine — no savior, no plea,
Just flesh reborn as calamity.
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Not resurrection — but evolution’s curse,
From gene into weapon, I reverse the hearse.
Memories spliced with molecular rage,
I tore through the tomb and shattered the cage.
Every scar is ignition, a living code,
I wear my pain in combustion mode.
My voice? A fracture that tears through skin,
Not sung for the living — but screamed for the sin!
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Chain reaction!
Fire in my veins!
Death was a question —
Now nothing remains!
Stem cells scream!
Flesh overwrites!
I am the weapon —
Born from the fight!
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They buried me deep in the lab-rat grave,
But the fire inside refused to behave.
FOXO ignites — I tear through the seams,
A god in the genome, the end of their dreams.
Metal and marrow converging as one,
My breath is a virus that blackens the sun.
Witness the end — the herald, the spark,
A beast of the biotech, hunger, and dark.
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I! AM!
CELLULAR HELLFIRE!
THIS! IS!
GENOME WRATH!
Burn the script!
Rewrite the flesh!
My voice is plague —
I’ll scream you to death!
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FOXO3…
Still burning inside…
The code never dies…
It waits… to rise.