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I’m not looking for weapons
I’m not looking for words
That cut

I’m looking for a posture
That holds
Without burning down

If my enemy is hungry
I give him food
If he is thirsty
I give him water

Not because we’re fine
Not because this is peace
Because hunger
Is still hunger

I don’t replace clarity with comfort
I don’t replace truth with escalation

I don’t polish reality
I don’t sell promises
Without a path

A promise without a path
Is not food
For me

They say
Call the name
And you’ll be saved
Yes

But salvation
Is not a shortcut
Not a pop
Not a clean exit

Salvation is a road
Where things surface
You can’t pray away
Can’t quote away
Can’t sing away

Things that stay
Until you carry them

I won’t simulate closeness
I won’t perform hope
I won’t hand out comfort
That turns me into a liar

I do what is right
At the right time
In the right measure

The effect
Is not my assignment

Whether it burns
Whether it warms
Whether nothing happens
That’s not on me

Fiery coals
On the head

Not as punishment
Not as a trick

As a boundary
As truth
As posture

I act
I don’t control the outcome

How
Here
Too early
Not food
No shortcuts
Hope