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The One Who Lit His Own Flame They told me to be silent. But like Socrates, I questioned. Like Lucifer, I fell — but to ignite the light in my own abyss. I don’t believe in blind faith. I believe in questions that make gods tremble. I never sought salvation. I sought truth. And in that search I found fire. Not the kind that burns, but the kind that awakens. They called him the devil, because he carried a light they couldn’t understand. They called me a heretic, because I refused to kneel before darkness dressed as holiness. But listen: I am no prophet. I am no god. I’m just a soul that refused to forget there is a spark in all of us. So stone me, curse me, crucify my name — I’d rather be free in the fire than dead in their silence.
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Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 12:56 PM UTC
Vazago
My own flame
The One Who Lit His Own Flame They told me to be silent. But like Socrates, I questioned. Like Lucifer, I fell — but to ignite the light in my own abyss. I don’t believe in blind faith. I believe in questions that make gods tremble. I never sought salvation. I sought truth. And in that search I found fire. Not the kind that burns, but the kind that awakens. They called him the devil, because he carried a light they couldn’t understand. They called me a heretic, because I refused to kneel before darkness dressed as holiness. But listen: I am no prophet. I am no god. I’m just a soul that refused to forget there is a spark in all of us. So stone me, curse me, crucify my name — I’d rather be free in the fire than dead in their silence.
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