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© 2026 - Mr. Villain (MRMS)

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Shhh…

Don’t rush it.

Feel it line up…

Now stay.

I don’t scream when I’m strong,

I stay quiet.

I don’t run when it’s hard,

I stay grounded.

Every thought pulls a wire,

every move answers back.

I don’t fight with the noise,

I control the attack.

They don’t see it when I breathe,

when I count, when I wait.

Power grows in the stillness,

not the shake.

I don’t break, I don’t burn,

I align.

Every muscle listens

to my mind.

No applause, no display,

no disguise.

When I move, when I strike,

it’s precise.

Sweat on my skin like truth,

no pretending.

Every step is a choice

I’m defending.

I don’t need to look brave,

I just am.

Every fear learns my name,

then it bends.

They think silence is weakness,

they’re wrong.

That’s where I build the storm.

I don’t break, I don’t burn,

I align.

Body follows orders

from my mind.

No limits spoken out loud,

no demand.

I don’t rush, I don’t doubt,

I command.

Focus isn’t loud.

Strength doesn’t beg.

If thought and body agree…

nothing slips.

I don’t break, I don’t bend,

I decide.

Every move feels heavier

inside.

No chains, no noise, no rush,

no rust.

When mind and muscle meet…

I trust.

Still.

Aligned.

Ready.