Fallout Queen

The sky split open like a throat, Steel birds dropped death in practiced notes. The air went white, then turned to flame, I watched my world erased by them. Towers crumbled into veins of glass, My mother’s scream, the final gasp. You hit the switch, then sealed the gate— Left us to burn beneath your fate. I am the Fallout Queen, Crowned in ash and kerosene. You lit the fuse, then fled the scene— But I still breathe, I still scream. You built your throne on shattered backs, Lied in suits and missile tracks— But I rose up from your machine. I am the Fallout Queen. You drew your lines with fire and fear, Called it peace, then disappeared. No prayers were heard, no god replied— Just silence choking those who died. The children cough up soot and glass, Bones warped beneath the poison grass. You preached control with blood and code, While we rebuilt beneath your load. I am the Fallout Queen, Crowned in ash and kerosene. You lit the fuse, then fled the scene— But I still breathe, I still scream. You wrote your laws on graves and lies, But truth survives where no one dies— I wear your guilt like gasoline. I am the Fallout Queen. You never froze in blackened snow, Never watched your heartbeat slow. You never ate from rusted cans, Or carved your hope with trembling hands. This was never fate— This was murder in a state. Branded clean in suits and screens— But I saw what "freedom" means. You made your hell and called it law. Now I return with teeth and claw. I am the end you didn’t see— The ghost that learned to disbelieve. I am the Fallout Queen, Born in fire, sharp and mean. You built your peace on what we lost— But I’m the ash you couldn’t frost. I’ll haunt your walls, your war machines, Your polished lies and glowing dreams. You made a monster, cold and keen— Now bow. I am the Fallout Queen. Fallout Queen… Fallout Queen… I wear the fire. I am the fire.