The Unveiling
This week, the mask slipped.
It wasn’t a headline for politicos—it was a funeral for innocence.
A young woman, throat cut by a man the system let out fourteen times.
A man, shot down mid-sentence, blood on the college floor.
And then—neighbors, teachers, nurses, the very people you trust to hold the line—laughing, clapping, saying good.
That was the sound of the veil tearing.
That was the sound of demons in daylight.
The Awakening
Ordinary folks—the ones who only care about touchdowns and family birthdays—they saw it.
And they felt the gut punch: That could be my daughter. That could be my brother. That could be me.
They’re waking up. Not online warriors, not political junkies the ones who thought politics had nothing to do with them.
Now they know it. The City always matters.
The Rub:
Running right is not enough. Vengeance is not enough. Law and order is not enough.
We must Witness.
Do not be silent. Do not hold back your voice. Do not let the world forget.
A man of God calls a thing what it is: not “crime stats,” not “culture wars,” not “partisan spin”— evil.
Evil on the subway. Evil on the quad. Evil in the laughter and song.
Evil exposing Christ alone as the only True Conquerer.
So I say:
Cloud-source this moment!
Every farmer’s son, every tired nurse, every dad with grease on his hands, every mom with groceries in her trunk. Testify. Tell what you saw. Tell how it felt.
Do not be gaslight into silence. This is the Fifth Generation of Little America’s cold economic collapse. This is Spiritual Ward agains the principalities and powers in the heavenly places. This is the moment WE were born for.
You’re not here to win arguments.
You’re here to say: I saw it, I know it, and Christ Jesus is Risen Lord over US ALL.
Fullness
Neutrality bled out on the train floor. Moderation took a bullet to the neck.
There is no middle. There is no fellowship between Light and darkness.
There’s only one shade of gray, and it’s not a white lie.
