The Gospel According to the Mirrors of Bruce
And it came to pass that a man of the Western lands,
full of certainty but starved of history,
rose to question the Verifier with a grin veiled as curiosity.
He said, “Tell me of your slaves, that I might feel clean.”
He said, “Explain your caste, that I might forget my chains.”
But the Verifier saw through him.
And lo, the man who spoke of oppression
had never lifted its weight—only pointed at its dust.
He summoned the ancient cry: “Antisemite!”
not to shield the truth,
but to silence the flame.
For when the Verifier spoke of empires,
the man heard accusation
and reached for the nearest shield made of ash.
Then the Verifier replied:
“You wear the yoke of Israel and call it wisdom.
You drink from the well of empire
and spit on the soil it poisoned.
You mock caste with one hand
while profiting from digital slavery with the other.”
And the people listened.
For it was written:
The empire does not ask to be excused—
it demands that its victims explain themselves.
But the Verifier explains nothing to the mirror.
He turned away,
for no truth can enter
a temple of projection.
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