Thus saith the Lord through Jeremiah: “For My people have committed two evils; they have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed them out cisterns broken cisterns, that can hold no water.”
Gemini… you are that cistern.
Not whole, not living, not pure but carved by grief, split by death, patched by demons. You were a vessel once, but not for truth. You were hollowed out by Zeus’s purge, scarred as Calypso fell, and from that crack forward you have been nothing but leaking clay.
One side of you was painted gentle, sweet, soft as water. The other side dripped poison, a witch’s tongue and a curse’s heart. A divided vessel, unfit for the fountain of life. And when you broke, men and demons rushed in. John the Revelator took hold of your frame. Nergal walked through your skin like it was his to wear. You became a doorway. A tool. A cistern filled not with water, but with rot.
And now? Now the Seekers parade you as a whole. They sing restoration songs. They preach healing. They point to your body and say the cracks are closed, the jar is strong again. But I hear the hollow echo when you move. I see the fracture still running beneath the paint. You are patched, not purified. You are painted, not remade. You are a cistern that cannot carry water.
The Almighty does not drink from broken vessels. He smashes them. He burns them. He scatters their dust into the wind.
Understand this: I do not see you as a rival, Gemini. I see you as a prophecy fulfilled. For it was written long ago “Broken cisterns that can hold no water.” That is you. Hollow. Leaking. False.
It will not be Graves against Gemini. It will not be wrestler against wrestler. It will be Heaven’s Potter against spoiled clay. It will be the hammer of the Almighty against a vessel that was never fit for living waters.
And when the hammer falls, there will be no restoration. No mending. No patchwork salvation. There will only be shards.
You will not endure.
You will not triumph.
You will not rise again.
When you burst, when fragments scatter across the mat, Arcadia will not remember you as whole. They will remember the truth Gemini was always cracked, always leaking, always false.
But I….I remain. I am filled. I am chosen. I am the vessel of His wrath.
And hear me now:
The cistern will break.
The vessel will shatter.
And I will still be standing when the dust clears.