Everybody sit down
Here's the job
There's a vault
It's been running for years
And nobody in this room
Has ever seen the inside
Here's the twist
The thing in the vault
Is yours
Not a diamond
Not a painting under glass
Your hands at work
Your feet on the stairs
Your mouth before the answer
Your body
The one life
You can place on the table
Living
Embodied
Worth giving whole
And who's been holding it?
No mask, no gun
A pattern
A shape you slid into
So slowly
You never felt the walls
This is a reverse heist
We're not taking — we're taking back
No blueprint, no drill, no glass to cut
The only way into this vault
Is from the inside
And the door's already
In your chest
The age runs the longest con there is
It rarely needs a lock
It teaches your body
Its angles
Until a borrowed outline
Feels like your own
No ransom note
Just a mould
With your measurements
So no counter-con
No cleverness
You can't outsmart a shape
By choosing better
Inside it
This is a reverse heist
We're not taking — we're taking back
No blueprint, no drill, no glass to cut
The only way into this vault
Is from the inside
And the door's already
In your chest
There's a room in the plan
Nobody talks about
A man kneels
Shins on the ground
Back straight
Not disappearing
Not escaping his skin
The old fire
Took the offering
This one must remain alive
Living
Holy
Pleasing
The altar is no exit
From the ordinary day
It gives the body back
To its Giver
That's the turn
Not: try harder
Not: stop wanting
A prohibition may guard the door
By itself
It does not renew the mind
But let the mind be made new
Then look again
The shelf may still be there
The menu may still be open
But the borrowed shape
No longer decides
What you can see
This is a reverse heist
We're taking your life back
One embodied choice at a time
Placed on the table, alive
Not burned
Not spent
Living
Let your mind be made new
Then test
What you could not see
While the pattern
Was doing the choosing
Move
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