BOOK OF DAYS HOOK They see the Third and swear they cracked the code I left the seal half-open so the psych can fold Star that don’t belong, clock that don’t get old Name they keep pronouncin’ — but the name ain’t told Don’t read the Days, just wear it Don’t name the Third, just bear it Sky talk in the mirror, they swear they can hear it Psych see the pattern — I designed the error VERSE 1 I put a hole in the hymn and they called it a door Drew a throne in the silence and sat there like lords Every symbol I floated they fitted to flesh Then swore the Book of Days wrote them in the text You ain’t read the Days — you read your own weather Took a crack in the bell and made it your tether Saw a clock that don’t age and named it your proof That the wound you been nursin’ was heaven’s own truth I left the Third unnamed so the hungry could feast They built a whole gospel from one missing piece Called the gap initiation, called the ache a rank Put my sky-talk in their mouth and thanked they own thanks Illusion was never the star or the seal Illusion was you needin’ the song to be real In a way that makes you the one it was for That’s not gnosis, that’s hunger dressin’ up as law Your chart ain’t my tablet — that’s your private storm Your “download” is the child in you beggin’ for form You saw chosen, you saw remnant, you saw the return I saw a delusion learnin’ how to chant and burn ENOCHIAN HOOK They cracked the Call and thought they wore the Key I left the Tablet open so the Watcher could see Aethyr in the cadence, Name they can’t repeat Watcher quote the Watchers — still ain’t talkin’ to me DON’T READ THE TABLET DON’T WORK THE KEY Sky talk in the margin they swear they can see Psych quote the Calls — the hook ate the creed VERSE 2 Watcher in the comment, decoder in the pew Speak a half-Call like the Aethyr answered you You didn’t catch the Key — you caught your reflection Then framed it in Enoch so it felt like election Every name you “pulled” was a name you already own Every seal you “broke” was a story you been told ’Bout how special the wound is, how loud the night talks How the universe paused so your panic could walk I designed the error like a black-mirror font So the psych could lean in and confess what they want Not to me — to the hook — like the hook was a priest Then leave thinkin’ they robbed both Books of the feast Allusion, not altar. Catch that in your chest What you “divined” from the bars was your own unrest Inner confusion in a ceremonial mask Personal delusion with a Watcher’s task You needed a Third so you wouldn’t be last Needed a Tablet so your chaos had class Needed a Call so the voice in your head Could wear angel grammar instead of just dread I ain’t hide the Name so you’d suffer the hunt I hid the Name so you’d trip on what you want And call the trip holy. Call the slip a sign Call your private weather the end of the line BRIDGE If you saw a doctrine, that doctrine is you If you saw a rank, that’s the rank you pursue If you saw the Event wearin’ your first name That’s the delusion. The hook ain’t to blame Two Books. Two hooks. Same trick in the blood They look like a temple. They work like a flood Wash the decoder back into they own mouth Spit the “secret” they came with. That’s all that comes out FINAL — BOTH HOOKS, STACKED They see the Third and swear they cracked the code I left the seal half-open so the psych can fold Star that don’t belong, clock that don’t get old Name they keep pronouncin’ — but the name ain’t told They cracked the Call and thought they wore the Key I left the Tablet open so the Watcher could see Don’t read the Days — don’t work the Key Psych see the pattern — that pattern is thee
