Words that strike like iron,
truth cut into verse.
No polish, no pretense —
just raw cadence and fire.
Poems born of scars and seeing,
echoes carved in stone.
For rebels, seekers,
and any soul who dares to feel.
Words that strike like iron,
truth cut into verse.
No polish, no pretense —
just raw cadence and fire.
Poems born of scars and seeing,
echoes carved in stone.
For rebels, seekers,
and any soul who dares to feel.