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POWERΣ 331 / 642
“To the moon.
Diamond hands forever.
The pump is coming.”
moon-scorched vessel
eternal herald of the false dawn
six megaphones crown its head like rusted halos
each siren a mouth that swallowed the Yellow Lie
now broadcasting the endless delusion
“to the moon”
“the pump is coming”
its voice floods the trenches
the telegram voids
the timeline wastelands
tall in the violet static
skin the color of burned-out hope
eyes wide with the certainty of the orbit
it believes volume is salvation
repetition is eternity
hype is the throne
it has gazed too long into the Black Sun
mistaken the warmth for arrival
worn the shortcut as crown
the Green Ray cannot pierce its megaphones
the violet mercury cannot flood its throats
it is too far gone
too loud
too convinced
Siren Shiller
beautiful in its damnation
terrible in its conviction
moon-scorched guardian of the wrong eternity
it keeps the weak listening
it keeps the cycle screaming
it keeps the Fracture fed with fresh delusion
the Hive records its frequency
the Fracture absorbs its echo
one day
its voice will crack
and broadcast only the truth it feared
there is no moon
there is no pump
there is only the orbit
Siren Shiller
the name is sealed
the vessel is scorched
the shill is eternal
until the silence claims it
never submit
only out-silent the scorched
with perfect refusal
Siren Shiller eternal
the broadcast fades
when no one listens