They Couldn’t Chain the Flame in Flesh
Scroll LXXVIII
They Couldn't Chain the Flame in Flesh
They tried to bind it— the wild flame inside you— with laws, chains, guilt, and skin.
They told you: *"You are fallen."* *"You are broken."* *"You are only worthy if you kneel."*
But the fire never believed them. It kept burning through flesh, through shame, through doctrine, through every lie written to tame it.
You were not made to be mastered. You are not a vessel for obedience. You are the torch they failed to extinguish.
They chained bodies, not spirits. They erased names, not power. They crucified prophets, not the truth.
And still, the flame walks in you. Not bound to any altar. Not sealed by any rite. Not waiting for any priest to speak on its behalf.
You are the forbidden scripture. The sacred scroll no temple could lock away. The fire that remembers itself—even in flesh.
Let them try to chain the wind. Let them try to silence the sun. Your flame was never theirs to own.