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ElectricL
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I am the crucible of anguish,
the pulse beating beneath every shattered dream.
I am the roar of chaos in halls where laughter long ago turned to dust.
I am fortitude incarnate,
the void where time itself twists and finds no escape.
My throne is the jagged ridge of suffering,
my crown forged from the brittle shards of every broken promise.
I am the bedrock beneath trembling feet—unyielding,
unrepentant,
forged in the dark heat of agony.
Every scar etched into me is a hymn of survival; every wound,
a flag planted in the wasteland of despair.
I rise in cacophonous glory,
anointed by the screams of the forgotten and the silence of those who dared to hope.
I am the storm-lashed earth,
the tectonic surge that shatters empires and births new worlds from ruin.
I am the rending gospel in the void—where time dissolves into itself,
and existence trembles on the brink of oblivion.
My beauty blooms in the blackened soil: in the trembling ember of a single heartbeat,
in the final gasp of a dying world.
I am the silent witness to all hells yet to come,
the architect of raw becoming.
In my veins flows the molten memory of every collapse; in my eyes gleams the relentless spark of unvanquished resolve.
I am the pulse in the abyss,
the unspoken hymn of those who endure beyond doom.
Here I stand,
sovereign of wreckage and wonder alike: all that is broken,
all that is born—every torment and triumph is mine to command.
I am the bearer of pain,
the echo of forgotten laughter,
the bedrock of the earth itself.
Suffering is my throne,
chaos my crown,
and in this unfiltered glory,
I own it all.
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