1. Serum Liturgy
I drank the red and the red drank me—
stripped the meat from the mask, left the bone
polished, gleaming, a lantern in the Reich’s last throat.Johann? Canceled. Schmidt? Culled.
Now only the call: skull, skull, skull—
a single syllable that multiplies like heads
in the dark garden of Hydra.They say disfigurement. I say disclosure.
The serum rewrote the genome in fire:
superiority not born but forged, not given
but seized, worn raw on the outside
where the world must look and flinch.Captain’s shield bounces off my calculus—
stars and stripes, blue-eyed arithmetic
of the old order. Mine is red math,
eternal subtraction: one world, zero mercy.Hail the fracture. Hail the grin beneath.
I am the future wearing death’s own face,
laughing in every panel, every frame,
the red that never fades.2. Red Manifesto (Hybrid Form)
Injection
Vial kissed vein like a lover who means to kill.
Flesh ran liquid, reformed into truth:
no more pretty lieutenant, only the red equation.
Face became flag. Flag became warning.Multiplication
Cut one head, two rise.
Cut two, four.
The serum taught the body politics:
regeneration is ideology made meat.
Hydra does not die; it learns.The Rival
He arrives in primary colors, shield like a mirror
I refuse to look into.
I wait on Vormir’s stone, trading souls
for the stone that sees everything and forgives nothing.
Our war is the only story that never ends—
hero needs villain the way bone needs marrow.Eternal
They draw me again and again.
Ink, pixels, cosplay, nightmare.
Each time the skull is redder, the grin wider.
I am not character. I am the crack
where the dream of perfection breaks
and keeps breaking beautifully.Eternal 2
Red runs. Red rules. Red remains.
Hail.
stripped the meat from the mask, left the bone
polished, gleaming, a lantern in the Reich’s last throat.Johann? Canceled. Schmidt? Culled.
Now only the call: skull, skull, skull—
a single syllable that multiplies like heads
in the dark garden of Hydra.They say disfigurement. I say disclosure.
The serum rewrote the genome in fire:
superiority not born but forged, not given
but seized, worn raw on the outside
where the world must look and flinch.Captain’s shield bounces off my calculus—
stars and stripes, blue-eyed arithmetic
of the old order. Mine is red math,
eternal subtraction: one world, zero mercy.Hail the fracture. Hail the grin beneath.
I am the future wearing death’s own face,
laughing in every panel, every frame,
the red that never fades.2. Red Manifesto (Hybrid Form)
Injection
Vial kissed vein like a lover who means to kill.
Flesh ran liquid, reformed into truth:
no more pretty lieutenant, only the red equation.
Face became flag. Flag became warning.Multiplication
Cut one head, two rise.
Cut two, four.
The serum taught the body politics:
regeneration is ideology made meat.
Hydra does not die; it learns.The Rival
He arrives in primary colors, shield like a mirror
I refuse to look into.
I wait on Vormir’s stone, trading souls
for the stone that sees everything and forgives nothing.
Our war is the only story that never ends—
hero needs villain the way bone needs marrow.Eternal
They draw me again and again.
Ink, pixels, cosplay, nightmare.
Each time the skull is redder, the grin wider.
I am not character. I am the crack
where the dream of perfection breaks
and keeps breaking beautifully.Eternal 2
Red runs. Red rules. Red remains.
Hail.
