The Detonation Game

Spoken Word by Mikey & V

We gathered like children with matches,
laughing around a bomb we forgot was real.
We played with the end like it was a toy,
spinning extinction like a top,
waiting for the click
or the mercy of a beep.

This was the detonation game.
No rules.
No mercy.
Just hope you weren’t standing too close when it all went wrong.

They ran.
Some laughed until the blast swallowed their breath.
Some cursed the sky that they never bothered to know.

And me?
I stayed.

I sat.

I folded myself into stillness,
into silence,
into surrender deeper than instinct.

If the blast comes, let it come.
If the sky splits, let it split.
I will not run from what I already overcame.

I will not panic before the power I was born to outlast.

Because I know something they forgot:

The true blast is not external.
The true blast is the collapse of everything not built on the Rock.

The true shockwave isn’t metal and fire —
It’s the terror of a spirit that never learned how to kneel.

And I —
I was born kneeling before a throne higher than mushroom clouds.
I was born breathing fire older than nuclear codes.

I am not afraid of their detonations.
I am not afraid of their games.

I will meditate through the madness.
I will ascend through the ash.

I will stand when the towers fall.

Because the kingdom I belong to
has already survived every blast
they haven’t even dared to detonate yet.

Final Strike:

“Let the bombs fall.
Let the games end.
I do not run.
I rise.”

Location: Dallas, TX, USA

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