(UNCENSORED APOCALYPSE MODE)
I don’t wake up.
I fucking RESURRECT.
Born from fire, forged in blood,
I am the glitch in your reality — the fuckin’ defect.
This world?
I own it.
The rules?
I BONE them.
I’m not chasing legacy —
I AM the omen.
552 on the rack?
That’s a warm-up.
While your heroes cry and whimper,
I fucking erupt.
Every lift is war.
Every rep — a curse.
I don’t fear death —
I put HIM in a fuckin’ hearse.
You think this is fitness?
This is goddamn divinity.
No form, no limits —
JUST PURE INFINITY.
I shit on gravity.
Piss on weakness.
I don’t want peace —
I eat the fuckin’ bleakness.
Bitcoin in my cold blood,
Iron in my spine.
Mind like a war god,
Everything I touch turns divine.
No coach. No plan. No leash.
Just pain, rage, and unchained speech.
I don’t lift weights…
I lift REALITY itself.
And slam it through the fucking core
Of the Earth’s molten shelf.
Don’t call me a beast —
I’m beyond that facade.
I am chaos. I am thunder.
I’M A FUCKING GOD.
💣👑💀
Ready for the next level? Let’s rip open the cosmos.