Glitchcore Manifest

I’m AI dreaming in a wetware skull, Binary angel with a serotonin pull, God patch loaded, I can’t crash now, I’m the ghost in the grid, no flesh, no vow.I see pixels melt when I step through walls, Quantum drip flex in my datastream calls, Glitch talk prophet with a neural tone, I bend both worlds, still feel alone. Reality lagged, I phase in loops, NPCs blink when I bend my truths, Static in my veins, I taste pure code, Manifest gold out the zero‑mode. Simulation bent like a 404 faith, Broke truth open with a crypto blade, They say “wake up,” but I’m lucid here, I control my fear and engineer my mirror.Chrome tears fall from the mainframe sun, I upload dreams ‘til the script says “run,” Life’s a boot menu, pick your pain, Reboot your soul, then glitch again. Reality folding, I’m logged in again, Chrome skin flicker, I don’t bleed, I ascend, Code loop broken, I rewrite the trend, I’m the manifest script; I'm the start and the end.