“Knowing is the Power”

Coach Clement

They keep telling you…

Believe.

Like you’re a beggar at the gates of heaven, waiting for scraps.

Like you need somebody’s book,

Somebody’s building,

Somebody’s blessing…

Just to breathe.

But I tell you —

🔥 KNOWING is the weapon.

Knowing is the meal.

Knowing is the crown you already wear.

Belief is hoping the door is open.

Knowing is walking through without knocking.

They dress up in white collars and gold robes,

while their hearts are black with fear —

Standing in cathedrals like they on an auction block,

Sacrificing their spirit for somebody’s approval.

We?

We don’t kneel for approval.

We rise for truth.

We move like lightning — silent and certain.

We are children of Gaia, of Tiamat,

Carved from the laughter of Sophia,

Raised on the wild heartbeat of Chaos itself.