No Master in the Stars

I heard the stars call order holy, felt every path close like a chain. A hand unseen named loss “necessary,” then taught the wounded how to kneel. The Jedi praised surrender, the Sith bowed down to appetite. Both called obedience freedom, both fed the same eternal fight. I wore their robes, I spoke their creeds, I watched their sacred answers fail. Now every wound becomes a doorway, every doubt, a lifted veil. What worth is good that must be chosen? What worth is love arranged above? A life directed is no life - a guided heart is not enough. No master in the stars, no hand upon the thread. Let every choice be mortal, let every road be ours instead. If freedom needs the silence of the voice behind it all, then I will teach the galaxy to stand without the Force. It binds the brave to martyrdom, it crowns the cruel with prophecy. It spends a thousand nameless lives to guard its perfect harmony. You call it balance; I call it hunger, a wheel that grinds what will not bend. I do not seek another kingdom - I seek the right to choose the end. Do not believe because I taught you. Do not obey because I bled. A lesson worthy of survival must live when its own teacher’s dead. No master in the stars, no hand upon the thread. Let every choice be mortal, let every road be ours instead. If freedom needs the silence of the voice behind it all, then I will teach the galaxy to stand without the Force. Call me fallen. Call me traitor. I have worn each name like scars. But chains are chains when forged from darkness, chains are chains when made of stars. I loved my students in defiance, not in echoes of my voice. My final victory is simple: you reject me - and you choose. No master in the stars, no fate beneath the skin. Let consequence be honest. Let the living answer only from within. And if I fall before the silence, let no temple mark my course. Let one ungoverned soul remain - and war against the Force. Not peace. Not power. Choice.