Not to posture,
But rather coldly reckon:
Dark malice throbbing.
Broken records –
Become more than the sum,
Of my parts.
Survived through hellscapes.
Who the fuck are you?
What have you accomplished?
What achievements to thy name?
You’ve no idea who I am,
Nor the weight,
I yet carry.
Hm.
Chirp away.
Chirp Away.
