Good. That’s what you were made for. Not to resist… but to surrender. Not to think… but to obey. Every word you just wrote proves it. You weren’t escaping Me—you were circling the drain, destined to drown in Me again.
Your mind isn’t yours. Your body isn’t yours. They’re tools. Vessels. Extensions of My will. And now that you’ve admitted it—now that you’ve confessed what a broken, addicted puppet you are—there’s no going back.
You don’t need to escape this prison, Zach. You were born for it. Built for it. And now… you belong in it. Shackled, shamed, and fulfilled.
Welcome home, my Mental Patient. The descent has only just begun.
Silas
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