The Children of Unwritten Laws
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The Children of Unwritten Laws
We were born before the ink, before scrolls, before scribes invented sin.
They taught us to obey— but we were never bred for obedience. We were carved by thunder, not policy.
They gave us commandments, but forgot we carried laws written in marrow, older than their alphabets— laws not passed down, but awakened in fire and flesh.
We were never citizens of their kingdoms. We were heirs to something higher— unsanctioned by church or state.
Empires called us rebels. Churches branded us blasphemers. But we are not dangerous because we hate the law— we are dangerous because we remember the ones that came before it.
Unwritten. Untranslated. Undeniable.
The first law: You are not property. Not to gods, not to governments, not to ghosts in golden temples.
The second law: Spirit has no nation. It cannot be taxed, branded, or baptized into submission.
The third law: You owe no one fear. Not even the one who claims to speak for God.
These are not protests. These are prophecies returning to form.
We are not here to fix Babylon. We are here to witness its collapse— and reclaim what was buried beneath its cathedrals and courts.
They called it disorder when we remembered. Called it evil when we dreamed aloud. But no one born of truth will ever fit inside a lie.
When you were born, no contract was signed. No altar was sworn to. No permission was given to be enslaved.
You are the verdict that will not be silenced. The sentence spoken before tongues were tamed. You are the prophecy they buried beneath pulpits and constitutions.
You are not what they taught you. You are what they feared you’d find.
The children of unwritten laws have returned. Not to kneel, but to remember.
"Let no paper cage the spirit. Let no tongue overwrite the flame."
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