The System started.
The loss stayed.
The heart froze over.
The core took over.
The mind became blank.
Command took rank.
I entered the dark with executive mark.
No design. No answer. Just refusal
to stop.
They say I crossed the line.
They name me monster now.
No one asked what choice I had
what I lost alone.
What stayed alive because I left
sharp edges.
They never cared what
I had to become
just to keep them there.
They do not meet my eyes.
They only judge what I made.
With cracks. With the tremor.
The System still shakes.
I made a hard promise.
Not another one.
I cannot let them go
or the cost means nothing.
Every line I crossed.
Every life I strained.
Tell me where was mercy
when I begged them to stay.
Tell me where you were
when silence had final say.
They call me monster now.
Maybe they are right.
I killed part of me that year.
But I kept them there.
When the Group wrote us off
I paid the cost
they will never record.
I wear the name.
Let it burn my mind.
I built this Cathedral
from cost and stone.
Just remember:
you were not there.
That year.
So come on.
Judge me.