«В эфире постоянная еженедельная волна в нашем «Радио Ultra»! Специально для телеграмм-канала Suno по-русски Тема текущей недели #жертва Каждый понедельник новая тема! Подробные условия в телеграм канале Suno по-русски» The body is the temple. The voice is the prayer. The pain is the sacrifice. The boundary is the altar. I built a threshold. Left something breathing on the wrong side of it So the rest could pass. What I carried once was light, But it bent the frame. Soft things catch the wind too easily, They pull you off balance. The crowd dissolved into noise, Voices into distance. Silence learned how to hold weight. I didn't become different. I became aligned. Normal like gravity. Normal like pressure. Nothing to prove, nothing sticking out. I move by process, Not by promise. The road matters more than the sign at the end. There is a line I don't cross. It's drawn in bone, not belief. If another piece goes, It will be warmth. Again. And what I guard Is not wisdom But the last small error That reminds me I'm still alive. I stand. I hold. I continue. I didn't become different. I became aligned. Normal like gravity. Normal like pressure. I built a threshold. It's — Ultra sacrifice! For I sacrificed a part of MYSELF!
