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I’m colder than a polar beast in solar reefs with molten teeth,

My aura breathes through coded beats composed in tones of Roman grief

I show degrees of frozen speech that crack the throne of hopeless kings,

Then cloak the scene in omen ink where broken choirs choke and sing

I wrote this in a war-room throne alone with ghost composers,

Quote the mystic scrolls they hold that fold your soul in floating odours

My tone is vicious — vocal coils wrapped in cobra-coded scriptures,

Notes encrypted in holy prisons lonely monks decode through whispers

Chrome arisen — Zeus enraged when Odin steps through storm collisions,

I broke the hinges off Hells gates to mold my image from torn dimensions

Your whole existence hollow, borrowed sorrow from tomorrows coffin,

I follow apostles through darkness carving marrow out of carcass fossils

A marksman with art so savage it fractures planets into fragments,

Blackness snaps the sun in half then throws the shards thru cracked establishments

Daggers dipped in battle glyphs slash actors trapped in passive myths,

Then I vanish quick through Vatican crypts where ancient Latin anguish lives

You couldn’t match my metaphors if every breath was blessed with epics,

Every sentence etched in pestilence — death pressed into sacred records

Testaments sent to wrench Heavens breastplate into severed sections,

Leaving dimensions bent like crescent wrenches spinning thru electric tempests

Your pens a clone — a rented poem with synthetic soul and second effort,

My spectral tones leave desert bones and flesh eroded into sediments

I don’t spar — I spark collapse through darkened paths and charred horizons,

Black flags wave like shark attacks while martyrs burn inside Leviathans

Your verse is nursery rehearsals for church kids scared of cursed writtens,

I swerve with a surgeons vision inserting verbs that split sternums open

Every syllable’s a surgical bomb ripping the fabric of Gods will,

Bars build pyramids on Mars where scars are stored in vaults of lost kills

I drop quills that spark chills in archives where the dark spills,

Thoughts forged into sharpened steel for guards that march through Ark hills

Your squad vanish in quantum fractals trapped in haunted chants forever,

While I channel gamma rays through adamantium veins in savage weather

I carve a cyphers spine with tiger claws defining divine force,

🔥 lines through iron jaws so lightning cracks when my mind roars

A thousand rhymes at once collide inside my skull like riots forming,

Galaxies bend in soliloquies where villainy leaks through distorted orbitals

There’s glitches stitched in thermodynamics every time I spit a sentence,

Universes twist to wormholes from the pressure in my written methods

Your aesthetics filtered hoaxes, ghosted poses lacking soul and substance,

My lungs hold poems that implode the sun’s exposure from cold combustion.

Tongue like a bone saw soaked in crushed emotion and rusted omens,

I black out chakras, baptize monsters in monstrous oceans

Doctrines authored by gods who conjure horror through apocalyptic chorus,

So if I’m not a man — then I’m the manuscript those karmic forces authored

This isn’t written — more like summoned through blood oaths and sulfur judgment,

Pain percussion — every drum hit ruptures stomachs under thunder

I breathe cold through cathedral halls with blades forged from ego lies,

Bombing scenes through dim storms while weak dreams collapse in slow demise

Rhyme codes wrapped in forbidden scripts that split limbs like prison shanks,

Built from vision, grit, and religious fits with infinite precision ranks

I’m not Em — but infinite, his vicious twin in different forms

So try to match this and your lungs collapse before the mission starts

Since grade ten I’ve trained pens to strike like apocalyptic plagues,

Every fake who mocked The Great Nate got dropped beneath the weight of graves

The Great Blaze — forged in rage where language bends through sacred flames,

A prophet carved from dark arts speaking God through razor rain