Sunday, April 27, 2025

Soul Devoured

The soul does not die.

It is devoured. Slowly. Lovingly. By systems. By symbols. By the mouths of others. 

You spend your life negotiating which god, government, addiction. But the only true liberation is the moment you choose your predator.

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