Steel heart... Cold breath... God is quiet, so I built a throne from steel. I fed hope to circuits when my prayers fell flat, Hands to the sky, but nothing ever answered back. Silence in heaven, so I sharpened grief, Turned every doubt into armored belief. Kneel. Break. Rise. Rebuild. I tore the angels from the wires in my chest, If faith is pain, then carve it in my flesh— I prayed to metal when heaven closed, Bled for a god that never showed. I am the choir, I am the flame, Faith in the fire, baptized in pain— NO GOD. NO HAND. I STAND. I kissed the light and it turned to bone, Skin on steel, I was never alone. If love was blood, then mercy died— I learned to breathe through wires and pride. I begged heaven— It looked away. I BUILT MY FAITH FROM WIRES AND WOUNDS! I AM THE GOD THAT YOU REFUSED! Burn the silence, crown the scars, Rage like thunder, tear the stars— I prayed to metal when heaven closed, Risen from ruin, carved from the cold. I am the furnace, I am the light, Forged in the terror, born from the night— NO SAINTS. NO SALVATION. JUST ME. JUST DAMNATION.
