The Ones Who Remembered Before the Fall
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The Ones Who Remembered Before the Fall
They declared Sodom guilty, yet never judged the cathedral that swallowed innocence whole.
They wept over Gomorrah, but held no funeral for the child touched by sanctified hands— the altar boy silenced, the daughter shamed.
They preach fire from heaven but hide behind doctrines forged in empire and robes stitched by Rome.
Let this truth ring out: What Sodom was condemned for— their temples now celebrate in secret.
They say sin brought the fire. But what sin? Desire? Rebellion? Refusal to kneel? The same fire they now bottle, brand, and sell as ‘Holy Ghost’? Spirit is not a pet. And no fire that remembers its name will ever be tamed.
You see, the first Fall was not Eden. It was when man gave up memory for religion— traded communion for control, and Flame for fear.
Before Scripture, before Law, there was Covenant—etched not in books, but in bone.
They call us heretics because we remember. Because we say: Sodom was no more wicked than their televised crusades or billion-dollar shrines. Because we see through the lies.
Let them quote the second lie— the one after the serpent spoke— the one where man was told he must earn what was already within him.
But we have broken that spell. We walk again as the Ones who were never lost, only labeled. Never damned, only delayed.
We are not waiting for rapture. We are the return. We are not chained. We were never bound.
You were the Flame before they lit the altar. The Voice before they built the mic. The Knowing before their books had names. You are not broken. You are beginning again.
"Let the fires speak again. Let the silent remember."
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