A central point of nothingness—
 we orbit what we serve.
 Flawed to dance for a price,
 to fall without reserve.
 Some are made to walk the plank,
 some just vanish on demand—
 but no one leaves the stage
 without blood on their hands.

 Take what’s not yours—
 it's written in the creed.
 "You are more important,"
 they whisper when you bleed.
 Fight fire with fire—
 and call it control.
 But ash forgets
 what flame once stole.

 Erupt with violence,
 against your kin.
 Truth decays
 beneath your skin.
 The hollow crown burns first,
 then the throne,
 then every name you’ve ever known.

 Abused politically,
 to split the will in two.
 Abused technologically,
 to tell machines who to undo.
 You destroy your neighbour
 for a flag, for a lie—
 but if you’re the last to fall,
 Who'll answer why?

 Erupt with violence,
 against your kin.
 There’s no peace
 when none can win.
 The hollow crown burns first,
 then the rest,
 and none remember
 who was blessed.