The Agony of Fallen grace
by Lefthead
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They cracked the marrow, hollowed every bone I ever grew, Yet calcium and consequence rebuilt what they split through I wear my fractures open like a scripture carved in skin, A gospel no one drafted yet the only truth within The voltage of collapse runs cold through every vein I bleed, A circuit choked in silence, still it powers every need They planted thorns inside my chest and watered them with scorn, But even poisoned gardens bloom the morning after storm My spine is stitched from shipwrecks and I carry every wreck, Gallows built of willpower with no noose around its neck I breathe the smoke of everything that burned before I could, And swallow whole the nothing when the something never would The wound is not the ending, it's the longitude of will, The scar across the latitude of every broken hill They drew the dark like curtains, tried to erase the light I kept, But darkness is just daylight that the waking world has slept My ruin is a language that their tongues could never speak, The strongest architecture is the one they called too weak I swallowed every verdict and I bled through every weight, I learned the art of standing at the very edge of fate They built their walls with malice, lined their floors with what I gave, But I refused the comfort of becoming what they crave My spine is made of shipwrecks, every vertebra a wreck, Yet here I stand, gallows with no noose around its neck I breathe the smoke of everything that burned before I could, And swallow whole the nothing when the something never would The wound is not the ending — it's the longitude of will, The scar across the latitude of every broken hill So, I carry what they couldn't, and I carry what I lost, I've calculated suffering — I know what silence costs The upright man is not the one who never meets the ground, He's the one who rises — without making a sound They laid their hands on gravity and pulled it toward my fall, But gravity itself grew tired of answering their call I breathe the smoke of everything that burned before I could, And swallow whole the nothing when the something never would I breathe the smoke of everything that burned before I could, And swallow whole the nothing when the something never would The wound is not the ending — it's the longitude of will, The scar across the latitude of every broken hill So, I carry what they couldn't, and I carry what I lost, So, I carry what they couldn't, and I carry what I lost, They cracked the marrow, hollowed every bone I ever grew, Yet calcium and consequence rebuilt what they split through I wear my fractures open like a scripture carved in skin, A gospel no one drafted yet the only truth within The voltage of collapse runs cold through every vein I bleed, A circuit choked in silence, still it powers every need They planted thorns inside my chest and watered them with scorn, But even poisoned gardens bloom the morning after storm My spine is stitched from shipwrecks and I carry every wreck, Gallows built of willpower with no noose around its neck I breathe the smoke of everything that burned before I could, And swallow whole the nothing when the something never would The wound is not the ending — it's the longitude of will, The scar across the latitude of every broken hill They drew the dark like curtains, tried to erase the light I kept, But darkness is just daylight that the waking world has slept I wear my fractures open like a scripture carved in skin, A gospel no one drafted yet the only truth