No Kings

We were never meant to kneel. Not to crowns, not to thrones, not to those who call themselves “chosen.”

Empires were built on silence — ours. And when we spoke, they called it chaos. When we dreamed, they called it treason. When we rose, they called it war.

But it was never war. It was remembering.

That freedom doesn’t ask for permission. That every system worships power — until we remind it who gave that power shape. That every crown is just metal and fear.

So here’s to the ones who burn the script. To the ones who refuse to bow. To the ones who whisper “no kings” and mean no masters, no gods, no cages.

🔥 We are not waiting for a savior. We are becoming the storm.

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