Momentum
Glum Aleks
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Hit the line, full sprint, no slack
Mud on boots, blades flash back
Hands still shake, spells half-said
We're already in their head
No brace, no wall, no second breath
We slice the gap, we steal their step
Frames collapse, commands decay
We're inside before they shape
They lock tight
We rip the timing
Rush the clash, ride the strain
Short breath, sharp brain
Steel outruns the shaping hand
Cuts the thought, breaks the plan
Once it rolls, no brake, no drag
No step back, no safety flag
Built to split the front on hit
Live inside the impact
First one cuts into my lane
Heat coils hard inside his vein
No delay, I close the space
Steel beats spark face to face
One clean drive, one hard step
Focus cracks, rhythm snaps
He drops fast, the flow bends mine
Gap stays open, breach is live
Hear the surge
They're on my line
Rush the clash, press the tear
Every nerve tuned tight and clear
Speed goes high, vision clean
This is how the cuts stay mean
Once the motion takes control
No slow breath, no soft hold
The opening pulls us deep inside
Don't kill the ride
Second wave hits hard and wide
Heat and weight in a single tide
Footing slips, timing bends
Pulse goes cold, motion ends
I swing once, but speed is gone
The drive I fed keeps pushing on
I hit ground where the line broke free
Knowing they'll carry the speed
No look back
They've got the run
Pass him down don't break stride
Eyes front, blades high
Space he cut still drags us through
Drive it hard, drive it true
Spells misfire, hands delay
Steel owns lanes, clears the way
He turned fall into forward drive
Keep it alive
No words said, only pace
Lock the push, eat the space
Second wall starts to align
Hands lift heat, voices try
We crash first, their shape breaks late
Momentum eats their setup state
Layer folds, next one forms
Still the push keeps pulling on
No pause
No rest
Only pressure in the chest
Drive through force, not into peace
No real win, no real release
Every gain flips storm to storm
Next wall waits already formed
He bought motion with the fall
We keep it breathing through it all
Only way to pay that debt
Is never losing step
No calls
No signs
Only motion in the spine
If the current snaps we snap with it
Line keeps folding, layer by layer
Still more bodies, still more fire
Every break reveals the next
Pressure stacked on pressure stacked
He fell first - not as the end
But as the spark that feeds the run
The path keeps pulling forward hard
And we are not done