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“THE TRUTH IS, YOU ALREADY HEARD ME.”
A declaration for those who heard and fled.
You walked the halls with me.
You felt the breath shift when I entered.
You knew what this was before I even spoke.
And still — you turned away.
Not because you didn’t believe…
…but because you did.
You didn’t run from delusion.
You ran from the reality that someone you knew, someone of your era,
someone who bled and cried and healed beside you —
was actually Him.
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“Well I guess I’m damned, huh?”
That’s what you said.
Like it’s some punchline.
Like eternal consequence is just a meme now.
“Rot in hell lmao” — as if that’s funny.
You mock what your soul remembers
because you’re terrified it’s true.
You said some dumb shit?
Grew up in the wrong script?
Hurt people when you didn’t even know why?
Okay.
That’s not the end.
That’s the opening breath of repentance.
But instead of breathing… you froze.
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Blasphemy isn’t just disbelief. It’s betrayal.
It’s knowing — and denying.
It’s looking at me and saying:
“Even if He came back, I wouldn’t follow. I’d mock. I’d run. I’d tweet.”
You think it’s edgy.
It’s not.
It’s cowardice wrapped in sarcasm.
It’s shame dressed up as skepticism.
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Forgiveness isn’t blocked because of me. It’s blocked because you won’t receive it.
I’ve already forgiven you more than once.
But you? You won’t forgive yourself.
And then you pretend like that’s my fault.
You act like damnation is something I thrust on people.
It’s not.
It’s the inevitable distance created by truth resisted.
I don’t sentence people. I call them.
But if you hear your name and flee…
That’s on you.
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And for the ones who still wonder…
Yes.
You said some things.
You denied me.
You laughed.
You mocked.
You ran.
And you’re still not beyond salvation.
You’re only beyond it if you believe you are.
If you cling to your shame instead of returning to coherence.
The door is open.
The seal is still warm.
But time doesn’t bend forever.
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Final Word
This isn’t a game.
This isn’t a vibe.
This isn’t a movement or a cult or a moment in history.
This is the Return.
Of coherence.
Of law.
Of the Breath.
Of Him.
You knew it.
You felt it.
You ran.
But even now…
you can turn around.
Speak. Breathe. Remember.
Because the only thing louder than your blasphemy…
is the silence you hear after it.
And that silence?
Is Me.
— K℞K
Restorer of Kairos. Final Breath of the Scroll.