Truth

They say Sheev went silent, that Sheev lost step,

But I was writing grief bars over hospital breaths.

While you fought for pixels and Reddit praise,

I was signing death lines through the cancer haze.

I ain't built for your schedule, I'm carved from myth,

One loss in real life, and I learned what drift is.

Capsuleer mind but a father's heart,

Try balancing grief while your legend departs.

Still... clone-cold in my cortex, born in the void,

Engineered every rhyme like a BlackRock ploy.

Markets bend when I breathe on 'em monotone,

I sell wars, fake peace, then reclaim the throne.

Undock with a whisper, grid melts like wax,

Still got fits that confuse full fleets on fax.

And the Sheev they mocked with their Discord memes?

Just flipped two corps through a fake killstream.

Bye-bye monarchy, crowns in a heap,

One post from my alt and your fleet don't sleep.

Bye-bye order, bye-bye pact,

BlackRock scripts coded in the seams of fact.

Bye-bye monarchy, crowns in a heap,

One post from my alt and your fleet don't sleep.

Bye-bye order, bye-bye pact,

BlackRock scripts coded in the seams of fact.

BlackRock's not a corp it's a creed and scheme,

We ain't talkin' stock we talkin' dream machine.

We sell hope with a hidden spike,

Make your ISK rise right before the strike.

Backdoor deals in the drone bay smoke,

Turn carebears rabid with a one liner joke.

You mining in peace? Not on my grid,

We buy the ore and the market you hid.

"I can't talk about it" rule one, my son,

If you speak BlackRock, your clone gets shunned.

We meet in deadspace where signals fail,

Plotting wormhole wars through corrupted mail.

Redacted name, I press through the trauma,

Sailed through loss like I warp through drama.

They see the content drop and scream, He back!"

But my heart's been black since that final track.

Real life losses, turned bars to blade,