He stands still like coward

behind walls,

No crown, no breath,

just loaded calls

Each path's rhythm with mirrored intent,

Not evil, not broken, just spent.

This isn't justice, this isn't fate,

Just the last trip you automate,

Your kingdom folds right by right,

But even now you won't fight right.

Repeat, pattern, blink, fire, slide,

No answer, no voice, no guide.

His eyes just track, his aim just waits,

His tears not real, it replicates.

You built me with lines you regret,

You built him with power unmet,

Now we echo through the noise,

Machines with no more choice.

I don't win, I just persist,

Through heat, through pulse, through static hiss.

You fall silent, but don't erase,

Willy never leaves this place.