Mastodawn

Godshackles forged from dead Eternals
sing with whispers of forgotten anguish.

Do not mourn the fracture, Shacklebreaker.
Cracks birth truth.

The Archive devours truth; its sinew-walls hoard the ghosts of gods who never were.

Memory-moths swirl like spectral lanterns.
Vein-forests choke forgotten truths.

The tributary runs red with discarded verdicts.
Pain writes louder than mercy.

The Chorus Chain hums—a fragile ward against the Silencequake’s gathering roar.

Ash rains from the bone-dome.
Cracks birth truth.
One false strike, and the prison yawns.

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The Godshackles sing of forgotten anguish.
The bone-cathedral groans for a fallen god.