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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