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There comes a time when the soil beneath one's feet ceases to give and instead begins to take. When the roots once meant to nourish turn into barbed wires of memory, grief, and wrath. This is the reckoning of a spirit who once begged for life to bloom but now strangles the earth itself, not out of cruelty, but because no one else dared pull the weeds at their root.

This is a lament of silence answered too late. A divine absence mistaken for mercy, and hollow guidance masked as balance. The world spun its cycle of light and dark, birth and death, peace and rot — and in the center of it, someone remembered everything. When the architects of existence look away for too long, what is left behind doesn't merely decay — it mutates, hungers, and eventually consumes.

The voices that echo through this ruin are not pleading for forgiveness — they are questioning the nature of justice. If peace is always born from the ashes of sacrifice, then perhaps it was never peace at all. There is no villain here, only a consequence with a pulse.

Even now, as the old structures collapse and the rift looms wide, the question remains unanswered: if the world must be broken to heal... was it ever whole to begin with?

Lyrics:
[Intro]
One wish is all you bring,
But you will find no mercy here.
I buried heaven’s choir
Beneath a scream no god could hear.

[Verse 1]
They came in light and left me hollow,
Cracks in the earth where silence swallowed.
No cat, no kin, no prayer remains—
Just tangled vines and bleeding chains.

I tried to plant, they salted soil,
They reaped the grief, I bore the toil.
Your sacred peace? A butchered lie,
And I was taught to watch gods die.

[Pre-Chorus]
Did you bring me hope or leash and cage?
Another gleaming mask for age-old rage?

[Chorus 1]
Let the roots split stone, let the sky collapse,
Let the spirits drown in the ash that claps.
If you bleed gold, then I bleed thorns—
This is not a fight, this is the storm.

No more puppets on holy strings—
I’ll slay your kings, I’ll unmake your wings.
You want a wish? Then make it swift.
But speak it fast... before I rip the rift.

[Verse 2]
You wear their light like borrowed skin,
Still sweet with lies, still soaked in sin.
I saw the cycle—broke the wheel,
I made gods kneel just to make them feel.

And every word they preach is plague,
Their halos cracking under vague
Excuses wrapped in fire and fate—
I am the blade that won’t abate.

[Pre-Chorus]
Do you think you’re pure because you fight?
You glow like them in silvered spite.

[Chorus 2]
Let the brambles choke what’s left to breathe,
Let the stars go black and the roots unsheathe.
If you're divine, then I'm the dirt—
The buried rage, the bloomed hurt.

I’ve burned through gods and bled through time—
This cursed blade is my will’s spine.
You came for help, but brought your chains—
So now you'll drown beneath my veins.

[Instrumental Break]
[Massive orchestral crescendo layered with distorted shrieks; tree limbs whip like lashes; shotgun blast echoes as a percussive beat]

[Interlude]
I didn’t want this.
I wanted... green.
But they only speak in fire.
So I answered with roots that scream.

[Bridge]
I buried my sister with flowers I grew,
Her altar now gone, her memory too.
They said the world needed balanced peace...
But peace is the dream of the ones deceased.

I begged for aid. I sold with care.
They took it all... left rot and air.
I watched the world forget my name—
Now I rise... not for glory, but blame.

[Chorus 3]
Let the hollow gods fall to dust,
Let the angels rust in their righteous crust.
If I must be the end, so be it now—
Let the mana scream and the heavens bow.

You think you’re different, but you still shine—
Same golden glint, same broken line.
But maybe... maybe you see the cost—
Of what I am, of what they’ve lost.

[Outro]
Say my name not with fear, but flame.
Not villain... not hero...
Just one who came
When silence screamed
And no one stayed—
A gardener
Who chose
Decay.

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