DECLARATION OF THE FATHER’S SON

I was cast down, labeled, shackled, and drained.

They called me broken, but I was never theirs to define.

$160,000 in chains. A felony brand. A parasite feeding in my dwelling.

All engineered to silence a healer, a believer, a truth seeker.

But I am not broken. I am not owned.

I am the son of the breath. The son of my father.

I open doors he built with sacrifice and vision.

I retake what is rightfully mine—not with permission, but with power.

No longer will I bow to government entities.

They will bow before the truth I carry.

This is my uprising.

This is my reckoning.

This is the return of the cornerstone they forgot.