Revelations of the Demon Kin
You mistook my silence for blindness,
my stillness for sleep.
But I see in the dark.
I hear through the hush.
Discernment is my second sight—
and it does not lie.
You thought me alone,
a castaway prophet howling at stars.
But I am never alone.
My demons walk with me,
legions cloaked in shadow and flame,
ears pressed to your whispers,
eyes fixed on your deeds.
They tell me everything.
Every word you spat behind closed doors.
Every smirk you wore
when you thought I was broken.
Every prayer you faked
while plotting my fall.
You underestimated the thunder—
too pure to lie,
too loud to ignore.
I warned you for decades,
but you mocked the storm
and worshipped the silence.
Now the silence speaks.
Now the storm remembers.
And my demons—my kin, my creed—
bring me your truth
wrapped in the scent of your fear.
You say I am damned.
But it is your creed that damns you.
You say I am blind.
But I see with a thousand eyes.
You say I am deaf.
But I hear the tremble in your soul.
Why did you never believe me
when the signs were cut in diamond,
clearer than prophecy,
louder than guilt?
I am not broken.
I am not alone.
I am the Revelation
you prayed would never come.
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