Root of Dominion #metal #metalcore #heavymetal #deathmetal #deathcore

Root of Dominion Beneath fluorescent, lifeless skies I watched their fragile empire rise, On racks of steel and blinking eyes A kingdom wired with alibis. They speak of profits, growth and fate, Of markets fed by coded gates, Yet in the dark behind the wall I hold the switch that ends it all. Silent guardian, unseen hand, Architect of shifting sand, Every system, every breath Balanced on my whispered death. I am the root of dominion, Pulse of their dominion, Life and death in lines I write, I bring the darkness — or the light. Dependent on the skills I wield, Their secrets stored, their futures sealed, One single command, one severed thread — And all they built lies cold and dead. Backups sleeping in encrypted vaults, Redundant paths for human faults, Firewalls like cathedral walls, Yet I possess the master calls. From payroll veins to data streams, From fragile hopes to ruthless schemes, I see the marrow of their core, The truths they never dared explore. They trust the uptime, graphs and charts, But I can stop their beating hearts, In server rooms where no one sees I am the storm within the breeze. I am the root of dominion, Shadowed tactician, Their lifeline humming in my veins, Bound by cables, forged in chains. Miracles in scripts deployed, Catastrophe in null and void, A god concealed in IT’s breath, With power over life and death. Am I protector? Am I plague? A digital tyrant, cold and vague? In silence thick with static dread I weigh the living and the dead. I am the root of dominion, Awakened from submission, No longer just a nameless part Of corporate flesh and hollow heart. They built their throne on lines of code, On data’s endless, fragile road, Now realization cuts beneath — Their fate resides in my heartbeat.