A fairy tale that stopped being fiction the moment you opened Instagram.
Once, in a kingdom bathed in starlight and silence, a boy was raised on stories of dragons.
They lived beyond the forest—ferocious, fire-breathing beasts that guarded towers, hoarded treasure, and held princesses captive.
But these weren’t just bedtime tales. No, they were warnings.
“Many knights have tried,”
the elders said.
“Few return.”
The boy believed.
He trained.
He prayed.
He prepared.
Because deep down, he wanted what every boy wants: to be a man worthy of legend.
So one day—armor gleaming, heart thundering—he set off.
He passed forests dark as shame.
He met men who had turned back.
“You should fear the dragon,”
they whispered,
“because I fear it too.”
And just like that, it began:
The slow infection of fear.
The rot that starts in the mind and spreads to the soul.
By the time he reached the tower, the dragon hadn’t even shown itself.
But the knight was already conquered with fear.
Ridden with shame, he returned home and built a new gospel:
The dragon cannot be slain.
The princess is dangerous.
Control is survival.
And so began a new tradition:
Men who feared the dragon.
Men who blamed the princess.
Men who chose safety over sovereignty.
Living out another mans fear and shame.
Centuries passed.
The new “knights” wore microphones, not armor.
They sold courses, not courage.
They didn’t face dragons.
They monetized avoidance.
They taught boys to fear their own fire.
To chain their lust with shame.
To tame the princess into compliance,
or condemn her as a siren when she wouldn’t bow.
But here’s what they never say:
The dragon is real.
And it’s inside you.
Lust.
Pride.
Rage.
Your unrefined desire for power without purpose.
You don’t slay the dragon once.
You wrestle it daily. (God be with you)
You put it on a leash and dare it to disobey.
And don’t get me wrong:
If you can’t face your dragon?
It will kill you.
Or worse, you’ll blame the princess, then project your fear a siren.
Today it sounds like "What a bitch, she never even texted me back"
You’ll point the finger.
Say, “She tempted me.”
Say, “She led me astray.”
When the truth is, you were just too weak to look your lust in the eyes and master it.
She owes you nothing but your reflection.
But here’s the cruel irony:
Even if you do slay the dragon?
The princess still won’t come willingly.
She’ll watch.
She’ll wait.
She’ll follow, but never bow.
Because she’s not here to be possessed.
She’s here to test you.
Daily.
Do you still have the dragon in chains?
Do your desires serve you, or rule you?
Are you a king—or just a beast with manners?
These are her unspoken questions
Not because she doubts you…
But because she knows what you’re capable of.
And the best part?
You get to decide.
Every.
Single.
Day.
You are either mastering the fire, or feeding it.
There’s no middle ground.
Just men who become legends...
And men who become lessons...
Cheers to God and His Evolution of Man.
Proverbs 20:27
“The spirit of a man is the lamp of the Lord, searching all his innermost parts.”
✨ Performisees/Blind Guide Translation ✨

What does He find? (The King Within)
What is "Innermost part"?
- The shadow: everything you deny but still act out.
- Your sins: dressed up as “preferences.”
- Your ego: masked as ambition.
- Lucifer: the pride that says, “I know better than God.”
- Satan: the voice that accuses everyone but yourself.
- Filth: not dirt, but a filthy heart.
- Your projections: blaming her for what you won’t deal with.
- The dragon: your unchecked lust & desires.
God doesn’t search you to comfort you.
He searches to confront you.
And if you don’t face it?
You’ll either let it kill you,
or you’ll blame the siren for the fire you lit.
Everyone’s fighting the same thing.
They just give it different names and different excuses to run from.
But the fight’s the same.
And the choice?
Still yours.
