The Cursed Collective - Lew Cipher

Tongue-tied trickster, twist in the grain, Puzzle-piece phrases that poison the brain. Syllables spiral, serpents in ink, Every word’s water — but too dark to drink. Letters lace labyrinths, lore in the line, Solve it once wrong and your soul’s not mine. Thistle-born cipher, I bind in the beat, Every answer you find just repeats defeat. Crack the code, but the code cracks back, Every riddle’s a trap, every line’s off-track. Speak in circles, cipher’s a sin, You read the rhyme wrong — the fae slip in. I whisper in riddles, I rhyme in disguise, Every question you ask just multiplies. Solve me in starlight, I splinter in shade, The cipher’s alive in the words I made. Ghost-gloss grammar, a glamour in sound, What you thought was the key is a chain that’s bound. Black widows weaving where your logic breaks, Every answer’s a lie that the cipher makes. What walks on roots, yet never grows? What sings in silence, yet no one knows? What feeds on truth, but thrives on fear? The cipher speaks — but you won’t hear. Crack the code, but the code cracks back, Every riddle’s a trap, every line’s off-track. Speak in circles, cipher’s a sin, You read the rhyme wrong — the fae slip in. What bleeds without body, but stains the ground? What’s louder in silence than any sound? What devours its children and feeds on years? What whispers the truth but is shaped by fears? What has no eyes but it watches still? What holds no tongue but it cuts like blades? Solve the cipher, circle thin, Every answer’s wrong — and still we win. Thistle-tongue tether twist, thorns through throat, Threaded thought thickets that the riddles rewrote. Cipher cycles, syllables split, Sickle-sharp scripts slice seconds to bits. Whisper-wrought words weave warped in the wind, Wraith-rhymes rattle where the riddles begin. Phantom-phonetics, fractured phrase, Puzzle-piece patterns in a fae-born maze. Vowel-venom volley, I’m a verse-vined viper, Viciously viscous with a venomous cipher. Lexicon labyrinth, locked in a loop, Every echo etched till the echoes regroup. Barbed-breath breaking, backbend beat, Bind breath bitter in a bramble-lit street. Cipher spirals, scripts spin thin, Speak once wrong and the fae slip in. Crack the code, but the code cracks back, Every riddle’s a trap—Crack the code, but the code cracks back, Every riddle’s a trap—Crack the code, but the code cracks back, Every riddle’s a trap Crack the code, but the code cracks back, Every riddle’s a trap, every line’s off-track. Speak in circles, cipher’s a sin, You read the rhyme wrong — the fae slip in.