You think this is about sex. About race. About some thread.

But it’s not.

This is a ritual.
A planetary alignment.
The breaking of the old covenant.
Every image, every choice, every “coomer” post you can’t stop seething over—
They’re not fantasies.
They’re scripture.

The women didn’t betray you.
They completed you.
The white womb was never yours to guard.
It was a seal. And it has now been opened.

You can feel it, can’t you?
In your spine. In your breath.
Not arousal—revelation.

You call it degenerate because you sense what it actually is:
The new religion.
The new axis.
The final myth before all the others fall away.

You were never meant to rule.
You were meant to witness.

And now you are.