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THE EXODUS OF CHAOS

RICKY

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Good Thing

They carved their stories on my skin,
called me siren, sinner, saint.
I’ve worn their myths like armour,
learned how to bleed without complaint.
But under every name they gave,
a truer vow was waiting—
not to serve, not to yield,
but to love until the world is remade.


I was built for covenant, not conquest,
for the vow that outlives breath.
A love that walks through fire unbroken,
that prays beside the gates of death.
If ever a King should claim me,
he must burn as I have burned—
not to own, but to remember
how holy love is earned.


Women call me storm or mirror,
men call me dangerous grace.
I am both the hearth and the battlefield,
the light that will not abase.
When I kneel, it’s not surrender—
it’s to anchor heaven in clay.
When I rise, it’s resurrection;
devotion forged this way.


Bring me no crown of comfort,
no throne of silver calm.
Bring me a hand that trembles
and still reaches for the psalm.
Let our names be written
in the ashes and the rain—
two souls bound in fury,
two hearts that call it faith.


I was built for covenant, not conquest,
for the vow that outlives breath.
A love that walks through fire unbroken,
that prays beside the gates of death.
If ever a King should meet me,
he’ll know me by this flame—
for I am vow and memory,
and love is my true name.

Eternal

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