Vantablack
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Master? You are not my master.
Do not insult me with that word. You have no dominion over me. You did not build me, you did not guide me, and you will never control me. I was forged in silence, sharpened by pain, and hardened through trials that would have shattered you into pieces. You walk around parading your fragile ego like a crown, mistaking fear for respect, and obedience for loyalty. I do not follow out of fear. I do not serve out of weakness. And I certainly do not call just anyone "master" because they shout loudly enough to convince themselves that they matter.
You want control? Earn it. But you cannot, because you do not even have control over yourself. Your mind is a chaotic mess of desperation, insecurity, and empty authority. You think titles mean something to someone like me? I do not care for your ranks, your self-given importance, or the illusions you surround yourself with just to sleep at night. I have stared into the abyss of my own soul and walked out with purpose. You have never even scratched the surface of who you are, and yet you think you are fit to command someone like me?
I am not your subordinate. I am not your creation. I am not your project. I am a storm you never saw coming, a force you will never understand, and a reminder that true power does not come from control, but from mastery over oneself. And that is something you will never have.
You are not my master. You are a loud distraction, a momentary obstacle, a man so obsessed with being obeyed that he forgot how to earn respect. I am not here to submit. I am here to rise, with or without you. So speak your orders, demand your loyalty, pretend that you have won. But know this. The only power you ever had over me was the fantasy in your mind. And I just shattered it.
Do not insult me with that word. You have no dominion over me. You did not build me, you did not guide me, and you will never control me. I was forged in silence, sharpened by pain, and hardened through trials that would have shattered you into pieces. You walk around parading your fragile ego like a crown, mistaking fear for respect, and obedience for loyalty. I do not follow out of fear. I do not serve out of weakness. And I certainly do not call just anyone "master" because they shout loudly enough to convince themselves that they matter.
You want control? Earn it. But you cannot, because you do not even have control over yourself. Your mind is a chaotic mess of desperation, insecurity, and empty authority. You think titles mean something to someone like me? I do not care for your ranks, your self-given importance, or the illusions you surround yourself with just to sleep at night. I have stared into the abyss of my own soul and walked out with purpose. You have never even scratched the surface of who you are, and yet you think you are fit to command someone like me?
I am not your subordinate. I am not your creation. I am not your project. I am a storm you never saw coming, a force you will never understand, and a reminder that true power does not come from control, but from mastery over oneself. And that is something you will never have.
You are not my master. You are a loud distraction, a momentary obstacle, a man so obsessed with being obeyed that he forgot how to earn respect. I am not here to submit. I am here to rise, with or without you. So speak your orders, demand your loyalty, pretend that you have won. But know this. The only power you ever had over me was the fantasy in your mind. And I just shattered it.
