The Debt Comes Due

I don’t shout — I carve my will,
In silence sharp enough to cut.
No need for fire, no need for show,
I let the quiet pressure grow!

You thought betrayal left no scar,
Mistook my calm for who you are.
But every slight you tried to hide,
I forged into a turning tide!

I don’t forgive — I redefine,
What once was yours is no longer thine.
I take, I break, I reshape the game,
And leave you choking on your name!

When reckoning stands at your door,
You will understand what power is for —
Not rage, not noise, not empty view,
Just measured ruin, made for you!