Run - no walls, no tracks, no guide, No way out - just “forward”: drive. Deaf and blank - no echo inside, Dead zone - where even echoes die. Vox de Megiddo exivit. Consummatum est, cecidit. I did not fall - I reject the lie, I’ll never stop, I’ll rise again. Fatigue became my boundary line, Nothing to lose - no stake, no pain. Vox de Megiddo exivit. Consummatum est, cecidit. Blackout mode - all senses: null, Dimmed-out light - feelings: a void. Hope: a flash, a moment’s lull, It burns - with pain destroyed. Vox de Megiddo exivit. Consummatum est, cecidit. I choose my wings - to stay alive, Cut the crawl - sever the tie. No more access - I divide, Claim the height. Let silence ride.
