We kneel not in devotion, but in defiance.
Not to be saved, but to be seen.

Let no false light guide us.
Let no hollow promise bind us.

We carry the weight of what was broken,
and we do not ask for healing.

If there is a god, let it turn away.
If there is judgment, let it come.

We are the voice that was buried.
We are the fire that was denied.

Here, we leave what remains of us.
Not as prayer… but as proof.

Final Prayer