The Last Freedom

I CROWN OBLIVION! WITH MY OWN HANDS! THE HORIZON BOWS TO THE PYRE! LET EVERY KINGDOM DROWN IN ITS THRONE! FREEDOM IS BORN WHERE MERCY GOES TO DIE!! NO RETREAT! NO REMORSE! ONLY... THE MARCH! Every covenant fractured Before the first blade fell. The heavens stitched shut, Leaving only the taste of iron. The earth swallowed every warning, Yet demanded another sacrifice. I carved conviction into marrow, Until doubt became extinct. The weight no longer crushed me. It became the part of me. I CROWN OBLIVION! WITH MY OWN HANDS! THE HORIZON BOWS TO THE PYRE! LET EVERY KINGDOM DROWN IN ITS THRONE! FREEDOM IS BORN WHERE MERCY GOES TO DIE!! CURSE MY NAME! BUT LIVE! LET MY RUIN BECOME YOUR DAWN! Empires withered Like flesh beneath carrion skies. Every prayer collapsed Into monuments of ash. I buried the last fragment That still resembled mercy. Not to escape damnation— But to become Its sovereign. If history thirsts for monsters, Then let it choke On mine. No absolution. No sanctuary. No resurrection. Only... Entropy. I CROWN OBLIVION! WITH MY OWN HANDS! THE HORIZON BURNS WITHOUT END! LET EVERY CURSE BECOME MY THRONE! LET EVERY SIN BEAR MY NAME! FREEDOM ISN'T GIVEN— IT IS CARVED FROM EXTINCTION! THIS... IS... THE LAST... FREEDOM!!