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Apr 27
The Iron Angel
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘’π‘›π‘–π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’ π‘π‘’π‘”π‘Žπ‘› π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž,
π΄π‘π‘’π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘›.
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘› 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘‚π‘π‘™π‘–π‘£π‘–π‘œπ‘›.

π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘ π‘’π‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘”π‘’π‘‘ π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž,
π‘ƒπ‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿ,
πΆπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘”π‘’,
πΏπ‘œπ‘£π‘’,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘Šπ‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘š.


Power,
My mother.
From frost-kissed silence,
She forged a puppet.
Power,
My mother.
Her will breathed life into stillness.
I am her mirror,
I am her dream:
I am Pride.

They call me the Iron Angel.
Born of frost and shimmering rime,
Born of Power's willful heart,
Born to sculpt a perfect world.

For where does Pride dwell,
If not within ourselves?
I am the brilliance that rivals the heavens,
The iron soul above gods and kings.
I am beauty incarnate,
And youβ€”a blemish.

Mortal pawns,
Cracked and marred by flaws,
Kneel before my radiance,
Hear my decree:
I shall erase your ugliness,
Forge worthiness where I see shame.
I will make you whole,
Almost as brilliant,
Almost as divineβ€”
But never as beautiful as me.


BOW BEFORE ME.

I REIGN SUPREME.

OMNIPOTENT, DIVINE POWER.

FEEL THE WRATH OF

IMMORTAL SOVEREIGNTY.
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