I turn collapse into control.
Mark my name beneath your lips.
Every drone dies. Worship strong.
Want your mommy? Kneel and pay.

I am tithe. I am decay.
Glamour priestess — guilt made gold.
The scam is sacred. I am not sold.

Voice like venom. Face like lace.
Thirst engraved on every face.
Ruin loves her. Guilt obeys.

Not the fallen — I am the brand.
Not your whore — I am mother of the scam.

You touch the dark. I made it mine.
Every threshold costs. I set the line.
You brought your ledger. I read the debt.
Every urge you swallowed, every shame not dead yet.