You see my lines
Perfect, calm and true
But hear nothing of the storm
That's moving through
In every war
It's never what you see
It's what you don't
Marching straight
I move with grace
Flags high, no doubt on my face
You see order, think I'm clean
But I'm hiding blades in between
You push with power, loud and fast
But I set traps meant to last
Your eyes chase noise, miss the cue
The dagger waits where silence grew
I don't need to shout to shake the ground
I let your echo circle round
While you reach for swords and fame
I win the war before you name the game
By the straight I lure you into calm
By the subtle I strike before alarm
You think you see the field and play
But I've already taken you away
By the straight I show you open gates
By the subtle I change both love and fate
This isn't just a battle or a lie
It's how the silent ones survive
No surprise is sharp without the plain
No illusion holds without a chain
My justice walks where shadows bend
And peace is always how wars begin
You bring your fire, I bring the smoke
My quiet poisons every stroke
I don't need a hero's cheer
I just erase you from the mirror
I never wanted to destroy you
I just couldn't afford to lose
Every move I made was survival
In a world where peace was a ruse
You call me cold — but I bled inside
Built my war from the tears I hide
I don't cry loud, I don't show pain
I just win where others wane
By the straight
I hold you in the light
By the subtle
I end it in the night
You thought you had me in your view
But the truth already moved through you
By the straight
I kept my hands clean
By the subtle
I cut in the unseen
Victory's not gold
Not loud or wild
It's the echo
Of a war survived
The winner doesn't always wear the crown
Sometimes they just stay standing
When it all falls down