The sky has never knelt to thrones. It does not attend their ceremonies or answer their summons.

It stretches above both slave and sovereign, not choosing sides— but watching all. While men argue about dominion, the sky remains untouched. Unbent. Unbought.

They tried to write laws into heaven, tried to chain the cosmos with doctrine— but the stars refused. They do not orbit dogma. They orbit truth.

They burned scrolls to silence us. They raised towers to reach a god they claimed to own. But every tower cracked. Every script failed. Because the sky cannot be colonized.

The ones who said “this is the only way” never looked up. The ones who claimed heaven was behind their walls forgot that the sky covers all—even their enemies.

And so we rise with it. Not to conquer. Not to convert. But to remember that freedom is written in the wind and truth is engraved in stars— not in scriptures sealed by fear.

You were never meant to kneel under skyless altars.

You are the sky that cannot be owned.