Now I live on the far ridge, where the old gods are too tired to listen and the new ones have not yet learned to lie. I keep no shrine. I light no candles. But I watch the stars spin their slow, mechanical grace, and I think: this is enough . No judgment. No mercy. Just the cold, honest clockwork of a universe that does not hate me—because it does not see me.
Not to any god. Not to any ghost.
The Godless Testament of Iyovi
By fifteen, I had watched the priests anoint a man who sold his own niece for land. I watched them call it divine will . I walked out of the temple, and I did not look back. That was the day they carved the word into my flesh: Godless Iyovi . Not with a knife—with a whisper. And a whisper, in our tongue, cuts deeper. godless iyovi
Just to the dark.
And for the first time in twenty years, I sang. Now I live on the far ridge, where
In the village of my mothers, a name is a covenant. Iyovi —the one who walks between the rains. A child of blessing, a keeper of thresholds. But I broke the covenant long before I understood its words. But I watch the stars spin their slow,
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