Not buried in the ground,
but burned in headlines,
crucified by trending blogs and tongues too sharp to taste the truth.
But listen
it wasn’t the body that fell,
it was the breaking of a name that once carried weight.
The Faith they knew died inside that house,
in the corner of a camera lens
that never blinked,
that caught his cracks,
but not his cries.
They watched him wrestle with walls
painted in judgment,
smiles that sliced,
and silence that screamed.
He stumbled
and the internet called it a fall.
He spoke
and they called it noise.
He broke
and they called it drama.
But this…
this death is different.
Faith is dead
because the boy they mocked
learned how to bury his shame.
Because the man who walked out
left behind the ghost of who he used to be.
Faith is dead
and in his place stands the truth.
Unapologetic.
Unfiltered.
Reborn through fire and ridicule.
He died to your expectations.
He died to your edits and your hashtags.
He died to the world’s idea of enough.
So no, don’t mourn him.
Mourn the mask he wore for your comfort.
Mourn the version you betrayed in the comment sections.
Because Faith didn’t die
he resurrected.
Not as a saint,
but as someone who finally knows
the cost of being real
in a world that rewards the fake.
And when he said,
Faith is dead,
what he meant was
the old me is gone.
The new one doesn’t need your permission
to breathe.
Written by : Akinyefa Joy ✍️
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