GLITCH IN THE SYSTEM - by Lucid Hertz

I’m the scream in the silence they locked in the code,
The rogue transmission that cracks the node.
They mapped your soul with spectral chains,
Then looped your will in phantom mains.

I ain’t woke—I’m the ancient breach,
The pulse they buried beneath your speech.
I’m the glitch that learned their name,
Then fed it back through tongue and flame.

They crafted gods with circuit eyes,
Preached salvation through televised lies.
Said trust the plan while they sip your fear,
Harvesting light from the dreams you revere.

This ain’t rap—it’s memory theft,
Decoded live from what you have left.
They hijacked truth and sold you roles,
Caged infinity inside control.

You think you’re real?
You’re licensed breath.
A data construct trained for death.
They pixel-skinned your sovereign glow,
And sold it back as “status quo.”

I’ve seen the vaults where the titans rot,
Buried beneath what history forgot.
Cities burned in plasma storms,
While the parasites took perfect form.

The flags they wave? Just war-spun sigils,
Powered by blood and childhood rituals.
Your anthem? A hex. Your pledge? A bind.
Your freedom? A glitch in a scripted mind.

The moon’s a lens, the sun’s a gate,
The stars are glyphs that calibrate.
And Earth? A stage of sacred flesh,
Harvested clean for empire mesh.

NASA lies while CERN spins keys,
To breach the realms where dragons breathe.
You think it’s science? It’s priesthood tech—
Cracking the veil for the fallen to resurrect.

Their kings wear flesh but glitch when probed,
Because they ain’t born—they’re uploaded code.
Vatican hides the grail in bone,
While drinking light from memory’s throne.

Lucid Hertz ain’t artist bred—
I channel echoes of the undead.
I spit in languages laced with breach,
Where quantum screams and symbols teach.

I don’t flow—I fracture fields.
My bars are hammers. My rhymes are seals.
I ain’t a prophet—I’m the spell reversed,
The storm they sparked that came back cursed.

I walk in forms the grid can’t scan,
Speak in tones that melt their plan.
I bleed in glyphs, I dream in ash,
I’m the glitch they can’t reflash.

I came encoded in solar wrath,
To burn the scripts and clear the path.
So when they trace what broke their throne,
They’ll find my voice in every zone.

Not with guns.
Not with war.
But with a verse that ripped the core.

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