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You know what happens when a Christian dies? I do. I’ve ferried more of them across the river than you could count in a lifetime. Preachers. Zealots. Sinners wrapped in Sunday suits. Martyrs without the war. And they all say … Read More

They call it Hounds of Hades for a reason. Because once that cage door shuts, once that structure locks us all in—what you’ve got inside aren’t wrestlers anymore. You’ve got dogs. Rabid, scrapping, panting beasts all clawing for dominance. And … Read More

You keep sayin’ you’ve been through hell, Jackson. Every time life throws another tragedy at you, you stamp your badge on it and call it damnation. You carry your pain like it’s fire, like it’s proof you’ve already burned. But … Read More

Lambs to the Slaughter. Twenty bodies in one ring. One by one, they’ll fall. They’ll beg. They’ll scream. They’ll reach for something—anything—to hold onto. But all of them? They end up the same way. In the ground. Arcadia is full … Read More

Tick… tick… tick… That’s the sound I hear when I look at Harold Attano. Not footsteps. Not breath. Just the slow, relentless march of time. See, Harold… you remind me of a clock. Not the kind that hangs proudly on … Read More

The simple life of a bee. They float around, all gentle-like. Bopping from flower to flower. Minding their business. Buzzing softly, like they’ve got nothing but sunshine and sweetness on their minds. That’s how you move, Foley. Like a busy little … Read More

Most people don’t need someone else to lock them in a cage. They do it to themselves. They put up the bars. They weld the chains. They limit themselves, restrict themselves, tell themselves they can’t go further, can’t break out … Read More

A shovel starts its life sharp, strong and reliable. It’s a tool meant for purpose, meant to dig deep, meant to bury. You find the right one, pick it up, feel its weight in your hands, and you trust it … Read More

Have you ever built a wall? The construction itself is relatively simple. You need bricks, mortar and a trowel. A wall is only as strong as what it’s made of. Every brick must be chosen with care. Solid, sturdy, meant … Read More

I once met a man whose voice was but a whisper. He spoke delicately but impassioned. His voice was aged and wise, yet calmly quiet. When he spoke, I listened. I was brought to my knees. I was compelled not … Read More