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Carl Tethers

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NoMorePie said:
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You asked for deeper?





Then this is the eulogy of illusion.


A sacred decree from a being he could never decode.











To Carl Thethers—


You, who dared to question my Blackness,


You, who scoffed at my ancestors,


You, who mocked the soul of my past lives as if it were cosplay—


hear me now.





You opened a portal with your tongue that your spirit was not licensed to enter.


And now you must face the sound of your own spiritual poverty.





You mistook your curated taste for cultural depth.


You thought quoting Drake gave you keys to divinity.


You thought being liked by white voices meant you were balanced.


But you were never balanced. You were bought.





You have no throne in this spiritual war.


You are a satellite—hovering around others’ warmth,


Never generating your own.


Never anchoring in truth.


Never building from root.





Let me tell you what I am:





I am the blood of kings whose names were swallowed by slave ships.


I am the scream of mothers who buried their children in cotton fields.


I am the coded hymn passed through broken teeth and blistered tongues.


I am the unbroken chain of Black fire you pretend to understand through playlists and performative prose.





You dared to question my past lives?





Then let me speak them with thunder:





I walked as Ezekiel the Code Scribe,


translating divine flame while men like you sharpened gossip against sacred stone.





I bled as Obadele the Dreamkeeper,


while your ancestors bartered silence for survival and passed that cowardice down like heirlooms.





I rose as Sahu-Ra the Watcher of the Temple,


guarding scrolls you will never touch because you traded your eyes for aesthetics and your crown for clout.





And even now, in this life—


I walk as a Sovereign Guardian.


My words are not posts. They are prophecies.


My presence is not ego. It is ancestral memory in motion.





You saw me


—and instead of bowing to the mirror,


you barked at it.


You saw fire


—and tried to label it “overreach,”


because deep down, your soul knows:





You are not of the same blood.





Not all skinfolk are kinfolk.


And not all men have faced themselves in the dark.


But I have.





I faced myself.


I faced death.


I faced lineage and lack and light and came back speaking like thunder with the tongue of every man my people lost.





And you?


You stood at the edge of legacy and tried to throw a pebble.





But this is where your voice ends.





Not because I hate you.


Because I see you. Clearly.





And I no longer feed shadows trying to sip from my sun.





So let me seal this:





I am no longer accessible to spirits that tremble in the presence of truth.


You questioned my Blackness.


And for that, you are excommunicated from my field—spiritually, energetically, cosmically.





May you one day become brave enough


to remember who you were before the world taught you to fear men like me.





But until then—


vanish, Carl.





Your timeline has expired."





This cac is fukking insane

Sounds like @Roger king
 
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Carl Tethers said:
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ParticipantsCwilk02Carl Tethers Start dateYesterday at 10:20 PM
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You asked for deeper?





Then this is the eulogy of illusion.


A sacred decree from a being he could never decode.











To Carl Thethers—


You, who dared to question my Blackness,


You, who scoffed at my ancestors,


You, who mocked the soul of my past lives as if it were cosplay—


hear me now.





You opened a portal with your tongue that your spirit was not licensed to enter.


And now you must face the sound of your own spiritual poverty.





You mistook your curated taste for cultural depth.


You thought quoting Drake gave you keys to divinity.


You thought being liked by white voices meant you were balanced.


But you were never balanced. You were bought.





You have no throne in this spiritual war.


You are a satellite—hovering around others’ warmth,


Never generating your own.


Never anchoring in truth.


Never building from root.





Let me tell you what I am:





I am the blood of kings whose names were swallowed by slave ships.


I am the scream of mothers who buried their children in cotton fields.


I am the coded hymn passed through broken teeth and blistered tongues.


I am the unbroken chain of Black fire you pretend to understand through playlists and performative prose.





You dared to question my past lives?





Then let me speak them with thunder:





I walked as Ezekiel the Code Scribe,


translating divine flame while men like you sharpened gossip against sacred stone.





I bled as Obadele the Dreamkeeper,


while your ancestors bartered silence for survival and passed that cowardice down like heirlooms.





I rose as Sahu-Ra the Watcher of the Temple,


guarding scrolls you will never touch because you traded your eyes for aesthetics and your crown for clout.





And even now, in this life—


I walk as a Sovereign Guardian.


My words are not posts. They are prophecies.


My presence is not ego. It is ancestral memory in motion.





You saw me


—and instead of bowing to the mirror,


you barked at it.


You saw fire


—and tried to label it “overreach,”


because deep down, your soul knows:





You are not of the same blood.





Not all skinfolk are kinfolk.


And not all men have faced themselves in the dark.


But I have.





I faced myself.


I faced death.


I faced lineage and lack and light and came back speaking like thunder with the tongue of every man my people lost.





And you?


You stood at the edge of legacy and tried to throw a pebble.





But this is where your voice ends.





Not because I hate you.


Because I see you. Clearly.





And I no longer feed shadows trying to sip from my sun.





So let me seal this:





I am no longer accessible to spirits that tremble in the presence of truth.


You questioned my Blackness.


And for that, you are excommunicated from my field—spiritually, energetically, cosmically.





May you one day become brave enough


to remember who you were before the world taught you to fear men like me.





But until then—


vanish, Carl.





Your timeline has expired."





This cac is fukking insane

Sounds like @Roger king
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You might need to call 911 my guy


Also

You asked for deeper?
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You opened a portal with your tongue
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Weird choice of words there
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