The Cursed Collective - The Curse We Spit

We are the cursed, the tongues of thorn, Mirrorfolk shadows where the lies are born. Six spit spells when the night grows thick, Every bar’s a hex, every rhyme’s a trick. ⸻ [Thistlehex] Brambles in my mouth when the rhyme takes shape, Every line I lace leaves the language scraped. Spit sharp syllables, thorn-cut deep, My curses don’t fade — they bury, they keep. [WhisperWraith] I whisper in the cracks where the glass looks back, Echoes in the syllables, the shadows track. My voice is a wraith with a silvered tongue, You’ll hear my name in the songs unsung. [Bramblespit] Roots rip raw when the bramble spits, Mud-mouth bars in the cursed pits. Wildflow fire in a thorn-wrapped beat, I spit till the forest shakes under your feet. [Lichling] Child of the grave with a riddle in rhyme, Dead eyes dancing in a nursery crime. Small hands clutch but the curse runs old, I spit what’s broken, I spit what’s cold. [Hexsillable] Every syllable’s a hex when I spit my schemes, Lyrical labyrinths, fae-born dreams. Cipher-coded curses in a tongue so slick, You can’t break the spell when the bars run quick. [Riddlebane] I break what’s hidden, I bind what’s said, Crack riddles wide with a curse instead. Puzzle-piece flow in a mirror’s flame, Every rhyme’s a blade and it carves your name. ⸻ We are the cursed, the tongues of thorn, Mirrorfolk shadows where the lies are born. Six spit spells when the night grows thick, Every bar’s a hex, every rhyme’s a trick.