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The Devil's Aria

The Devil's Aria I was there when the first flame lied, When truth learned how to crawl and hide. Before your gods learned how to scream, I ruled the space between belief. I do not rush, I do not burn, I let the hunger twist and turn. All roads are short when paved with need, All prayers end the same way — bleed. They speak my name like I arrive, As if I knock — as if I strive. I never chase, I never plead, I harvest want, I harvest greed. They dream of crowns, of endless sound, Of being seen, of being found. And when they crack beneath the weight, They beg me then — they call it fate. She sang before she learned to speak, Her silence loud, her hope was weak. A perfect voice trapped in her chest, A gift denied, a god’s neglect. They praised her face, ignored her sound, A diamond buried in the ground. I watched her break, I watched her pray, I knew she’d find her way to me. She came alone, no cross, no light, Just shattered faith and endless night. Her knees were bruised, her hands were clean, She thought she stood where sin begins. I spoke no lie, I made no threat, I gave her what she wanted met. I showed the door, I named the cost, She stepped inside — already lost. They blame my crown, they curse my throne, But choice is never mine alone. I do not force, I do not bind, I only mirror what they find. Desire sings before I speak, Hope makes the strong betray the weak. They sign with breath, they seal with sound, Their will the deepest battleground. Sing now — let darkness hear your name, You wanted fire, I fed the flame. Let every voice be torn and bent, They’ll love the sound, ignore intent. You’ll give them dreams they cannot keep, You’ll teach their souls how not to sleep. They’ll call it art, they’ll call it free, They’ll never see what it costs to be. Vox tua nobis data est, Per sanguinem, per foedus fest. Cantare, sed numquam libera, Anima tua — mea erit. They raised her high, they dressed her pain, They fed on every breaking vein. Each note a knife, each breath a plea, They loved the sound — not what they see. She sang them light, she sang them truth, They drank her dry, they stole her youth. Applause like chains around her throat, Each encore signed in blood-red notes. They cursed my name when she collapsed, As if their hands were never clasped. As if their love was ever kind, As if I shaped their hollow minds. I kept my word, I always do, I gave her more than gods would too. They broke her slow, they broke her deep, And still they dare to cry and weep. The louder the hymn, the less she breathes, A queen of sound on broken knees. Fame is a blade that cuts both ways, It feeds on nights, it eats the days. They kneel to echoes, not to flesh, They worship ruin dressed as fresh. And when she falls beneath their gaze, They call it fate — I call it praise. Sing on — let ruin wear your crown, Your voice ascends, your self breaks down. They beg for more, they always will, No depth is ever deep enough to fill. You gave them heaven soaked in sin, They took the song, they burned within. They’ll cheer the fall they helped create, And name your end unfortunate fate. Audi mundus, regina soni, Gloria tua — sed in funi. Laudant te, dum frangeris, Dum cadis, nos surgimus. You ask me now if this was fair, If hell was hiding in their care. You ask if silence would have saved, If unseen lives are less enslaved. But listen close — the truth is clear: You chose the fire, I just stood here. The world devours what it adores, I only open willing doors. The voice remains, the soul is gone, But tell me — wasn’t this the song? You asked for more than flesh could be, I gave you truth, honestly. Sing now and hear what you became, A hollow crown, a perfect name. You chased the stars, you scorched the ground, You drowned yourself in flawless sound. You bled to be what they adore, Now nothing human breathes anymore. If mercy lived inside of you, You’d know — I never lied to you. Vox tua clavis inferni, Nulla fuga, nullus somni. Promissum servavimus, Pretium — tu fuisti. Ascende, descende, nihil restat, Foedus aeternum — pactum stat. Cantabis usque ad finem, Et finis — nos erimus.