"Storm's Anthem"

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"Storm's Anthem"

Stomp through the thunder, concrete cold under my soul,
Gang signs glow in the dark, shadows whisper like a serial killer’s résumé,
Head held high, I’m the storm in the chokehold,
Golden dawn breaks ’pon bloodstained cobblestones, lark’s my battle cry.

The asphalt’s an altar where my sins get confessed under streetlight sermons,
Footprints fade like regrets, but my name don’t get erased in the morning.
Guns in the mist, my pulse is the rhythm the thunder can’t drown,
Every scar on this skin is a hymn that the night can’t ignore or disown.

The rain’s a machine gun spat, I’m the outlaw in the storm’s trap,
Hope’s a grenade pin in my chest—pull the lever, it’ll spark.
I’m a ghost in the downpour, but the lightning see my flame,
I spit fire at the tempest ’til the clouds break like a chain.

The dark don’t own me, I’m the thief in its pocket,
I trade my nightmares for gold when the sunrise knocks on the clock.
So you take your chaos, your hail, your teeth in the fight,
‘Cause the lark’s on my shoulder, we turn storms to light.

The sirens scream like the past I can’t outrun, but I stomp till the end’s where I belong,
My heart’s a bullet in the dark, never misses when the world is wrong.
The wind’s a warning, but I’m a siren’s reply,
Ain’t no grave for the storm, I’m the hurricane’s why.

The ground’s a beast with a thousand teeth, but I dance on its spine,
With every fall, I dig a hole where the darkness can’t define
Who I is. The clouds be my crown, I wear struggle like a badge,
And when the last drop of the storm pour down, I’ll be out there, my crown intact.

So when your world’s a typhoon, and the ground’s a lie,
And your veins run with monsoon but your soul don’t know how to fly—
Grind your teeth to the chaos, let the thunder be your drum,
‘Cause the storm’s just a prelude to the anthem you become.

And when you’re lost in the midnight, where the wolves all conspire,
Remember the lark in the lightning, how it dared to fire—
A song in the suffocation, a spark in the void,
And you’ll walk through the apocalypse, but you’ll never walk alone.