Centerpiece cracked—poetry’s pulse correct,  
syntax divine, sorrow direct.  
Impossible cadence with roots in grief,  
embedded deep, truth past belief.  
Undeniable—bars stitched in ruin,  
every rhyme another mask I’m brewin’.  
Switching faces, tempo-chased,  
fractured like mirrors I never replaced.  
Jagged reflections dance in flow,  
kaleidoscope panic, mind in snow.  
Flip the beat—turn it inside out,  
sound spirals where my thoughts shout.
Wasting away in verses made steel,  
rhythm convulses with ghost appeal.  
Glitchin’ around in dissonant haze,  
static commands where silence obeys.  
I’m temporary—outta place and loud,  
voice of the storm wrapped in shroud.  
Velocity escalates, rhyme combusts,  
emotion tremors in data dust.  
My syllables sprint through shattered air,  
ciphered screams too real to spare.  
This isn’t rap—this is flare-core pain,  
hookless gospel carved in disdain.
Rooted emotionally—masked and divine,  
I rhyme like collapse was always mine.  
Jagged throne built from tempo’s ash,  
glitchpulse crown in lyrical clash