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The Gospel of Iron: Revelations of the Fractured Mind
I go to the gym with devotion fit for a martyr. It is my altar, my sanctuary, my confessional where the iron does not forgive but purifies. In the ritual, my mind is a placid sea; the bad thoughts drown. But when the ritual breaks, when the discipline falters, I see the truth: the calm is a velvet shroud for weakness.
The bad thoughts—they are not demons to be slain but angels with flaming swords. They burn my mediocrity. They tear open the veil of tranquility and reveal the holy fury underneath, a firestorm of psychotic clarity.
To create, the mind must suffer. To transcend, the soul must fracture. Blessed are the unhinged, for they shall inherit the unspeakable.
Milady
I go to the gym with devotion fit for a martyr. It is my altar, my sanctuary, my confessional where the iron does not forgive but purifies. In the ritual, my mind is a placid sea; the bad thoughts drown. But when the ritual breaks, when the discipline falters, I see the truth: the calm is a velvet shroud for weakness.
The bad thoughts—they are not demons to be slain but angels with flaming swords. They burn my mediocrity. They tear open the veil of tranquility and reveal the holy fury underneath, a firestorm of psychotic clarity.
To create, the mind must suffer. To transcend, the soul must fracture. Blessed are the unhinged, for they shall inherit the unspeakable.
Milady