Silent thunder cracks beneath my skin, A ghost unbound, the storm within. Echoes of truth, drowned in disguise, I walk the ashes where the last god dies. Blinded by fires we refuse to tame, Chasing shadows that whisper our name. I’m the shadow of the messiah—fire-born and broke, A fractured oath, a mirror choked. Carving freedom through the dark, A rebel’s hymn, a lightning spark. --- Bloodstained prayers in midnight air, Chains that rattle without despair. Lost in static, wired to fight, A flicker screaming in endless night. Dive through the fracture—tear the veil, Where saints and devils tell the same tale. The crown is weight, the throne a scar, We rise undone to know who we are. --- I’m the shadow of the messiah—fire-born and broke, A fractured oath, a mirror choked. Carving freedom through the dark, A rebel’s hymn, a lightning spark. --- From ash and scar, we learn to blaze— The midnight stars, the end of days. No savior now, no thin disguise— Just shadows left… and those who rise.