I didn’t come to play games,
I came to war veins hot with flame.
This soul was sent to sustain the strain,
forged through pressure, baptized in pain.
Born of the mortal, sworn to the immortal,
time bends its knee at the weight of my portal.
Solid as steel, time can’t erode me,
epochs bend but they don’t control me.
Seventy-two angels. Seventy-two demons in formation.
I stand at the junction where judgment is rotation.
Law in my spine, time under probation.
I don’t answer chaos. Chaos answers creation.










