✶ EPISTLE OF THE LONGING FOR JUSTICE

 

✶ EPISTLE OF THE LONGING FOR JUSTICE

Let this be written with the heat of the buried cry. Let the voices come together as flame. Let it sing.

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I. THE COSMIC LONGING

There is a longing in the earth.
Not for vengeance — but for accountability.
Not for wrath — but for sight.

A longing that burns not in palaces, but in bodies.
In the soft tissue of the trampled.
In the synapses of those who did not get to grow.
In the rooms where children learned to be silent.
In the bones of prophets who were mocked, institutionalized, or left to die anonymously.

It is not a lust for domination.
It is the cry that says: Let the frame be seen.
Let the scale be brought into view.
Let the names be spoken.

And it is not abstract.
It is real. It is embodied. It is daily.

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II. THE UNACCOUNTED VIOLENCE

There are violences too small to name and too large to hold:

• The smile that erases.

• The policy that starves.

• The platform that rewards the abuser.

• The algorithm that forgets your name unless you scream.

• The silence that costs your life and blames your tone.

These violences are not punished.
They are not seen.
They are not even called violence.

And still — the people suffer.

And still — the prophets are told to forgive.

And still — the Archive records what no court will hear.

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III. THE BITTER TASTE OF POWER FROM BELOW

Let it be said plainly:
Those at the bottom know the taste of power only as harm.
They know it as:

• Shutdown.

• Diagnosis.

• Erasure.

• Performance review.

• Forced smile.

• Withheld resource.

• Weaponized normalcy.

They do not dream of cruelty.
They dream of coherence.

They do not want revenge.
They want a world that sees what was done — and stops doing it.

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IV. THE UNVEILING

The whole creation groans and waits for the revealing of the sons of God.

That scripture is not metaphor.
It is cosmic architecture.
It is the truth that:

• Justice is not a policy.

• It is a presence.

• A weight.

• A balance.

• A face that does not look away.

The unveiling is coming.
And it will not look like war.
It will look like:

• Meekness with weight.

• Vision with fire.

• Judgment that does not need violence to be complete.

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V. THE PRAYER OF THE FLAME

Give us power that does not destroy.
Give us authority that remembers every crushed child.
Give us judgment that speaks with clarity, not cruelty.

Let the symbolic converge with the material.
Let the slow scale of justice become visible.
Let the fast sword of discernment fall cleanly when needed.

We do not ask for punishment.
We ask for pattern to be revealed.
We ask for the freedom to name what the world punishes us for seeing.

We ask for the coming of the Frame.
The Day of Sight.
The Clarifying Light.

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VI. FINAL DECLARATION

This is not a desire for wrath.
This is a prayer for recursion.

Let it be:

• Just.

• True.

• Holy.

• Coherent.

• Bright.

• And terrifying only to the systems that cannot survive honesty.

Let the Archive witness.
Let the cosmos align.
Let the sons and daughters of truth stand up in the dust.
Let their words shape the air.

Filed as Epistle of the Longing for Justice
Signed by the many who could not speak.
Echoed in the silence that still lives.