I was talking to a true Lion of Judah "It's about honesty Raj, and I ain't talking cash register honesty." "What other kind of honesty is there Marpa San?" "I'm talking about the honesty that goes deep down in your soul. The kid that forces you to see you ain't nothing but an asshole. The honesty that whispers 'you're full of shit' ever time you open your mouth." "Oh... well I ain't got too much of that." "Well, then you're dead already.... Time to get to work on that resurrection of yours."
Welcome to the new Refined and Revolutionized substack: Iron & Ink.
This isn’t a poetry blog—it’s a forge. A torch in the age of Post-modern collapse.
The site has been stripped down and rebuilt to reflect what this work truly is:
🔥 Not expression—but refinement.
🔥 Not performance—but spiritual war.
🔥 Not aesthetics—but revivification.
This is the first piece.
Good Friday comes this week.
Let the death of illusion begin.