Devotion in Dissonance (Shaiapouf)

[Intro]
Do you hear it?
The trembling of flawed humanity…
The discord in their hearts.
How fragile. How vulgar. How beneath him.
I am not rage.
I am refinement.
[Verse 1]
Wings made of silk but my mind made of blades,
Born from a King — I was sculpted, not raised.
You call it obsession? I call it divine,
A purpose so pure it eclipses your spine.
Meh-roo-em breathes — therefore I exist,
Every heartbeat his, I persist.
I don’t protect him out of fear or pride,
I protect perfection personified.
Humans are chaos, erratic, obscene,
Crawling through dirt with delusions of “dream.”
They dare infect him with weakness and doubt?
I’ll tear their little morality out.
[Hook]
For the King. For the throne. For the will supreme.
I’ll shatter the world to preserve the dream.
Call me mad — call me extreme —
Devotion isn’t love… it’s regime.
[Verse 2]
I read emotions like musical sheets,
Every heartbeat a rhythm of lies and deceit.
Your fear? Minor key.
Your hope? Off pitch.
Your courage? A fragile and trembling glitch.
Koh-moo-gee… poison in fragile disguise,
A human mistake in a monarch’s eyes.
She softened his gaze — I felt it shift,
And terror bloomed like a forbidden gift.
If he changes — what am I then?
If God feels empathy toward men?
No. I refuse that distorted fate.
I’ll rewrite destiny before it’s too late.
[Bridge]
Beauty demands sacrifice.
Perfection cannot compromise.
If I must stain my hands with sin,
It is holy if it’s done for him.
[Hook]
For the King. For the throne. For the will supreme.
I’ll shatter the world to preserve the dream.
Call me mad — call me extreme —
Devotion isn’t love… it’s regime.
[Verse 3]
I split my body, I split my mind,
Fragments of loyalty intertwined.
Tears fall not from guilt or shame,
But from fear the King won’t stay the same.
You see a villain. I see decay.
Human weakness in royal array.
If evolution means he grows kind —
Then evolution must be confined.
I am the choir behind his name,
The trembling string, the rising flame.
And if the world must burn away —
Let it burn… so the King may stay.
[Outro – whispered, breaking slightly]
Meh-roo-em…
Even if you never understand…
I loved you perfectly.

Male elegant villain rap, calm obsessive tone, dark orchestral beat, slow dramatic vibe