The Confession · Mt 6:24
No absolution.
Only evidence.
Not souvenirs. Artifacts of conviction. Black cotton as the canvas. Every stitch a testimony. Every cut a quiet act of defiance.
We do not dress for redemption. We wear the weight of what we've done — and leave the judgment to God.
The confessional forgets.
The fabric remembers.
To Mammon We Slave
