# AS ABOVE, SO BELOW [Intro — low spoken voice over a distant drone] She made this world… But she didn’t make the fire She made it from. [Verse 1 — deep Appalachian talk-sing] She could shape but couldn’t kindle, Couldn’t call a soul from stone. So she reached beyond her station, Stole a fire not her own. Tore an ember from God’s essence, Wrapped eternity in bone. Built a body like a prison, Made the stolen spirit home. Then she stretched a sky above it, Set her lanterns in a row. Built this world to copy Heaven— As above, so below. [Pre-Chorus — tension rising] Every counterfeit keeps traces Of the thing it imitates. That’s why Heaven’s perfect numbers Keep appearing in this place. [Chorus — heavy, haunting, descending] As above, so below, She copied what was holy, Then corrupted what she stole. Twelve marks across the heavens, Seven locks upon the soul. She trapped the breath of God Inside a world she could control. We call the cage creation ’Cause it’s all we’ve ever known. As above… So below. [Verse 2 — slow drums enter] Twelve signs divide the heavens, Twelve months repeat the year. Twelve numbers bind the clockface, Twelve hours disappear. Twelve tribes beneath the covenant, Twelve disciples by the Son. Twelve gates and twelve foundations, All revolving around One. She didn’t birth the pattern— She remembered what she saw. Then buried pieces of God’s order In the numbers of her law. Every twelve became an echo, Every circle hid the whole. Every scripture held a fragment Of the kingdom that she stole. [Pre-Chorus — firmer delivery] Once could be coincidence. Twice could still be so. But the same design keeps breathing Everywhere the numbers go. [Chorus — fuller but controlled] As above, so below, She copied what was holy, Then corrupted what she stole. Twelve marks across the heavens, Seven locks upon the soul. She trapped the breath of God Inside a world she could control. We call the cage creation ’Cause it’s all we’ve ever known. As above… So below. [Verse 3 — controlled melodic rap] Seven lights walked through the heavens, Seven days became our chain. Seven colors crossed the water, Seven notes contained our pain. Seven churches held their candles, Seven seals concealed the end. Seven trumpets shook the kingdom, Then the cycle turned again. Seven times around old Jericho Before the walls came down. Seven keeps completing circles Everywhere we look around. From the calendar in the kitchen To the visions in the scroll, Her material imitation Keeps reflecting something whole. Lightning branches like the oak roots, Rivers run like veins through stone. Galaxies and fingerprints Turn in spirals of their own. The larger world repeats itself Inside the weak and small. The prison bears the blueprint Of the Heaven past its walls. [Bridge — music drops away] She formed humanity to worship, Made each living mouth a throne. Fed us hunger, fear, and longing, Said that she could fill ’em all. She taught the clay to call her holy. She taught the bound to praise the chain. Then blamed the true God for the suffering She had written in our veins. But the essence that she carried Still remembers where it shone. She could lock the spark in matter— She could never make it her own. Every prayer she meant to harvest Rises past her borrowed throne. The body may belong below… But the fire remembers home. [Final Chorus — crushing drums, restrained baritone] As above, so below, She copied what was holy, But the difference finally shows. Twelve marks across the heavens, Seven pathways through the code. Every pattern in her kingdom Points beyond what she controls. She may be this world’s creator, But she ain’t the source of souls. Every one of us bears evidence Of the essence that she stole. The body may belong below… But the fire remembers home. As above… So below. [Outro — dry spoken voice] Lucy made the vessel. God made what’s trapped inside. And every time we look above… Something stolen looks back home.
