One man decided that neither of those things should matter. They call him the curse breaker.
Born into a world where screens replace 90% of human interaction and yet mass shootings still happen every day.
His teeth as silver as the bullets, and hair as black as the average human heart.
Some say he was sent here to break us all out of bondage. Others say he’s an example of how to break our own chains. But most of us are just trying not to choke on the smell of teen suicide in the air, too overwhelmed with grief to put our hope in some ancient prophecy.
As for me though, I think he’s real.
Probably on a mountain somewhere, studying the word of God, waiting for the right time to make himself known.
I fear there’s a war upon us. A war for our hearts. And I dream of a world where empathy reigns again.
So if you’re out there, curse breaker, tell us your story. Awaken our hope. Time is of the essence.
