Counterblow

I gather fragments of the storm

Not to repent, but to return

From shattered ranks and broken wings

A sharper instinct starts to burn

I learned the shape of losing ground

I mapped the silence after screams

Now every step is calculated

Violence refined into a means

From scattered light and blinded faith

I see a pattern start to form

Not purity, not absolution

But focused force inside the storm

We don't restore what came before

We don't defend a hollow past

We choose a vector, fix the aim

And strike precise, deliberate, fast

No mercy wasted

No fear retained

No symbols left

Only the aim

We hit back

Not to save

Not to rule

But to break the chain

No prayer

No excuse

Just momentum

Sharpened into truth

I cut through choirs turned to noise

Through orders frozen in decay

I don't deny what I became

I weaponize it anyway

I strip the war of ornament

No myth survives this kind of speed

What stands is will, compressed and clear

Action replacing what we need

We hit back

Line by line

Cut by cut

Redefined

No ascent

No escape

Only impact

Only change