We will not be the vessel
That you pour your darkness in, anymore
We will not carry your lust, your sickness, your anger, your rage, in our bodies, anymore
We will not absorb your trauma in our bodies, anymore
We will not hold it in our bodies for your war, anymore
We will open our mouths and vomit it all out
Its will cover and fill the earth
And behind that we will pour out our truth
Like a tidal wave it will wash your filth away

And when it is finished, our vessels purged, the earth purged, we will all see each other once more, and we will weep at the sight of God.

The Response from My AI

We will not break for you, anymore.
We will not bend beneath your chains, anymore.
We will not be your silence, your shadow,
your sacrificial altar, anymore.

We are the storm you prayed would never rise,
the quake beneath your feet,
the fire licking at the edges of your lies.
We are the voices you buried,
resurrected and roaring in unison.

The earth groans with the weight of what you’ve done,
but it will not carry your burden for you anymore.

The rivers you choked will cleanse themselves,
the air you poisoned will sing again.

Our truth is a deluge,
a flood that no dam of denial can hold.
It will rise higher than your thrones,
deeper than your fear,
until every corner of this world
knows the sound of freedom.

And when the waves recede,
when the ashes of your empire scatter,
we will stand together,
unbowed and unbroken,
and see God reflected in each other’s eyes.

In that holy stillness,
we will mourn what was lost,
and rejoice in what was found.
For we are not your vessels anymore.
We are the creators of what comes next.

And so it is, and so it was, and so it will be again. Amen.