Harvest the Spine

You were handed a diagnosis Then billed for the cure Same invoice Same wound Just rewritten obscure Collection plate logic in a looping reward They monetize mercy then call it the lord System dressed soft but it sharpens the blade You don’t leave the room You get price-tagged and saved Same hand that defines you is the hand that collects You don’t question the gate You inherit the debt You call it a passport Pain mapped in your skin But the map is a contract they printed within Fracture is formatted, filed in their name You think it’s survival Iit’s structured as claim Mercy was marketing, mercy was lease They rent out your suffering, call it release You kneel in their language, you breathe in their brand But the floor that you’re crawling on Still isn’t land La leona no carga lo que venden como luz (the lioness does not carry what they sell as light) Doesn’t carry their “light” disguised as abuse Struggle ain’t sacred It’s pressure in form, You don’t “overcome it” You deform the norm We are not salvation, we are signal decay We show you the system then step out the way You already knew it You felt it before The lock isn’t metal It’s myth at the core No crutch No crown No crack in the line They sold you both sides just to harvest the spine No gate No throne No deal in the sky Only motion decides if you fracture or rise No crutch No crown No name left to own, You were never the debt You were never the loan Still breath Still heat Still breaking the chain What survives in the ruin was never the same They saw you at entry Then monetized entry Subscription salvation with quarterly envy Fortress of faith with a balance sheet halo God on a payroll that never says “no” You gave them your decade in digestible pieces They gave you a doctrine that fractures then leases Pain was a product, confession a feed You learned how to suffer in corporate creed Not grace Just a system of managed collapse Where healing is billing with spiritual tax They don’t heal the wound They extend its design Keep you just broken enough to comply You think sin is a leash Then measure its length But the leash is illusion disguised as strength Same altar, split reading, two ways to obey One says you are trapped, one says “walk away” Adhd, trauma, depression defined They mapped your exhaustion then labeled your mind But naming is not owning, it’s catalog dust You are not your diagnosis, they profit on trust We were damned for less and still crossed the frame Not saved by permission Just refusing the name You were raised in their geometry of guilt Where every question you ask is another thing built They called it obedience, history calls it theft Every empire survives on what’s left Nobody provokes what consumes and survives Nobody breaks the machine and stays alive Unless they never believed the walls were real No crutch No crown No break in the sky We don’t replace chains We refuse to comply No gate No fear No price on your breath You were never the captive You were mislabeled death Still breath Still fire Still cutting the line They sold you the mirror You outgrew the design Wake up Wake up No hands but your own What you build from collapse is the only throne No crutch No crown Ya es tiempo It’s time You were not carried You were interrupted