✅Forged to the Core

Sparks fall like b*****g rain… And I breathe in the iron dust… This place is alive… And it wants my b***d. Grinding gears in the caverns of steel, Molten rivers crawling under my feet. The blast furnace hungers— It screams, it roars, it feeds. Sweat drips, boils, and scalds my skin, The clang of the hammers becomes my hymn. A kingdom of rust, built on broken bones, We forge our fate in industrial thrones. BURN—THE FURNACE TAKES ITS TOLL! TWIST—THE METAL CLAIMS CONTROL! Every shift another soul is sold— To the fire, To the fire, To the fire’s hold. Chains scream as they drag the load, Ghosts of the overtime haunt the floor. Hands cracked open like splintered stone— But we keep pressing, Pressing, Pressing for more. The night shift is a beast with a welded jaw, Grinding through flesh without a moment’s pause. But still we rise with the choking smoke, Because iron never bends— It only breaks those who c***e. In the steel mill’s maw I am reforged, redesigned. My veins run molten, My heart’s forged in grime. With every strike of the hammer I shatter the weakness in me. I am the worker, the weapon, The iron-born machine. BURN—THE FURNACE TAKES ITS TOLL! TWIST—THE METAL CLAIMS CONTROL! Every shift another soul is sold— To the fire, To the fire, To the fire’s hold. LET THE ANVIL FALL— Crush the fear inside me. LET THE FURNACE CALL— Its fire will refine me. No escape from the engine’s roar— We are forged To the core, To the core, TO THE CORE! In the steel mill’s heat We burn but never fade. Our scars are the proof Of the empire we’ve made. Through slag and smoke We carve our legacy— In the heart of the furnace… We become the steel.