Plastic Jesus / Dead Paper Wargod (Nala’s Cry - A432 Hz blues-gospel rant)

[intro (Hammond B3 riffing intro ]

[verse1]
My father taught me the stars when I was a child.
Brother and sisters wouldn’t listen. I did.
That’s why I know the constellations still speak.
They water-baptize in the name of the paper Christ
Bottomized, swingers for the liberal Jesus lie
Seared conscience, Old Club smiling in the dark
Sheriff Nicolai, Michael O’Neill, BMI mark

[verse2]
Dear Nala, THEBES you stole her — Annie’s guide-dog thief
Jesus-lover serving a god that ain’t the Great I AM
You took her from the woman they call Angel of Death
While the paper war gods keep drawing their last breath

Chorus:
Plastic Jesus Christ is a Dead Paper WARGOD of Rome
Pope Leo’s Jesuit Order
Dead paper wargods, they ain’t the I AM that I AM
Rome’s homosexuals, seared conscience burning
You ain’t who you claim you are
Swingers 4 Jesus, water-baptized and bottom-ass shame
Nala’s gone but the vortex still speaks her name

[verse3]
They post it public, hashtag after hashtag scream
#TheOLDCLUB #Sodomized4Jesus #DEAD #PAPER #WarGods
They think the baptism washed the blood off their hands
But the Great I AM that I AM don’t answer to their paper wargods plans

[bridge]
Dear Nala, thief — are you a Jesus-lover?
You serve your own god, not the one who spoke the worlds into being
Not the one who is
You stole the dog that walked beside the woman they hate
Now the A=432 Hz is rising and the mask is coming off
It’s too late — GITMO future for life, THEBES

Chorus:
Plastic Jesus Christ is a Dead Paper WARGOD of Rome
Pope Leo’s Jesuit Order
They ain’t the GREAT I AM that I AM
Seared conscience burning in lust, you ain’t who you claim
Swingers 4 Jesus, water and bottom-ass shame
Nala’s gone but the vortex still speaks HER name

[Bridge2:]
We don’t bow to the Trinity 3-in-1 Jesus paper gods they built out of ink
We don’t kiss the ring of the OLD CLUB
Sheriff Nicolai, EDS, William W. Nicolai
Pedophile swingers club that thinks we blink
Annie’s still standing
Bobby’s still singing the code of The Great I AM that I AM
POWER FROM ON HIGH
The only power that never sold
Final chorus (lift it):
Dead paper war gods — Pope Leo’s Jesuit Order, fall
Seared conscience — call
Nala’s coming home in the frequency
Jesus is not God
And the I AM that I AM, His love is free

Outro:
Where’s the beef?
You stole the dog.
Bring NALA HOME.
Bring Nala home.
And where you at, dog thief?
Do the right thing and bring my wife’s dog back today.
Or the consequences you’re gonna face
Will cause your own demise.

Written From the Start
(Virgo → Hercules → Draco → Taurus)

Verse 1
Virgo stands with the Branch in her hand
Spica the Seed, the ear of the grain
Before Moses wrote, before Isaiah spoke
The Great I AM hung the promise in the dark
Vindemiatrix still calling His name
“He who is coming” — the stars already claimed it

Verse 2
Then the conflict comes, the heel gets bruised
Hercules kneels, one foot already used
Rasalgethi — the head of the One who bruises
Club in the air, the other foot planted
On the dragon’s skull while the heel still bleeds
The same Seed that was promised is the One who succeeds

Chorus
It’s written in the stars, nobody can erase it
Past already spoken, present already faced it
Future already sealed — the Judge is on the way
From Virgo’s Seed to the Bull that will not stay
The heavens declared it before we were born
The story was finished the night it was drawn

Verse 3
Draco winds north where Thuban once sat
Prince of the pole, the subtle one fat
Tail sweeping a third like John saw it later
Al Waid — “the one to be destroyed”
Rastaban — head of the liar
Hercules’ foot is already there
The dragon is down while we still stare

Verse 4
Taurus comes rushing, destoryig the Dragon with horns

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[intro (Hammond B3 riffing intro ] [verse1] My father taught me the stars when I was a child. Brother and sisters wouldn’t listen. I did. That’s why I know the constellations still speak. They water-baptize in the name of the paper Christ Bottomized, swingers for the liberal Jesus lie Seared conscience, Old Club smiling in the dark Sheriff Nicolai, Michael O’Neill, BMI mark [verse2] Dear Nala, THEBES you stole her — Annie’s guide-dog thief Jesus-lover serving a god that ain’t the Great I AM You took her from the woman they call Angel of Death While the paper war gods keep drawing their last breath Chorus: Plastic Jesus Christ is a Dead Paper WARGOD of Rome Pope Leo’s Jesuit Order Dead paper wargods, they ain’t the I AM that I AM Rome’s homosexuals, seared conscience burning You ain’t who you claim you are Swingers 4 Jesus, water-baptized and bottom-ass shame Nala’s gone but the vortex still speaks her name [verse3] They post it public, hashtag after hashtag scream #TheOLDCLUB #Sodomized4Jesus #DEAD #PAPER #WarGods They think the baptism washed the blood off their hands But the Great I AM that I AM don’t answer to their paper wargods plans [bridge] Dear Nala, thief — are you a Jesus-lover? You serve your own god, not the one who spoke the worlds into being Not the one who is You stole the dog that walked beside the woman they hate Now the A=432 Hz is rising and the mask is coming off It’s too late — GITMO future for life, THEBES Chorus: Plastic Jesus Christ is a Dead Paper WARGOD of Rome Pope Leo’s Jesuit Order They ain’t the GREAT I AM that I AM Seared conscience burning in lust, you ain’t who you claim Swingers 4 Jesus, water and bottom-ass shame Nala’s gone but the vortex still speaks HER name [Bridge2:] We don’t bow to the Trinity 3-in-1 Jesus paper gods they built out of ink We don’t kiss the ring of the OLD CLUB Sheriff Nicolai, EDS, William W. Nicolai Pedophile swingers club that thinks we blink Annie’s still standing Bobby’s still singing the code of The Great I AM that I AM POWER FROM ON HIGH The only power that never sold Final chorus (lift it): Dead paper war gods — Pope Leo’s Jesuit Order, fall Seared conscience — call Nala’s coming home in the frequency Jesus is not God And the I AM that I AM, His love is free Outro: Where’s the beef? You stole the dog. Bring NALA HOME. Bring Nala home. And where you at, dog thief? Do the right thing and bring my wife’s dog back today. Or the consequences you’re gonna face Will cause your own demise. Written From the Start (Virgo → Hercules → Draco → Taurus) Verse 1 Virgo stands with the Branch in her hand Spica the Seed, the ear of the grain Before Moses wrote, before Isaiah spoke The Great I AM hung the promise in the dark Vindemiatrix still calling His name “He who is coming” — the stars already claimed it Verse 2 Then the conflict comes, the heel gets bruised Hercules kneels, one foot already used Rasalgethi — the head of the One who bruises Club in the air, the other foot planted On the dragon’s skull while the heel still bleeds The same Seed that was promised is the One who succeeds Chorus It’s written in the stars, nobody can erase it Past already spoken, present already faced it Future already sealed — the Judge is on the way From Virgo’s Seed to the Bull that will not stay The heavens declared it before we were born The story was finished the night it was drawn Verse 3 Draco winds north where Thuban once sat Prince of the pole, the subtle one fat Tail sweeping a third like John saw it later Al Waid — “the one to be destroyed” Rastaban — head of the liar Hercules’ foot is already there The dragon is down while we still stare Verse 4 Taurus comes rushing, destoryig the Dragon with horns

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