Thoughts: Chained Dogs

They do not growl— they speak with borrowed mouths.

The chain around their neck keeps them obedient, but their fangs are still sharp.

Their halos are nothing but an advertisement: holiness on command.

They do not guard the truth— they guard the feeding trough. Whoever throws them meat will earn their loyalty. They do not care whose flesh they tear, as long as they are not left hungry.

But chains are not eternal. And on the day when the tension grows too strong, the first thing they will bite is the hand that fed them.