[start] [Intro: Orchestral swell builds—low brass, tremolo strings, and distant choral chant. Shoegaze guitars bloom under thunderous drums. The apocalypse dawns.] [Verse 1] Sky splits open like I swore it would, Followers screaming, misunderstood. I stand before them, shout the truth, “I lied to you, I stole your youth!” [Verse 2] Devotion twists into, something new, They rush forward, — nothing I can do. Accept this payment, the first thing real, Stones connect, the burning sealed. [Chorus: Choir joins the lead vocal, cinematic rise] Feel my body torn apart, Righteous cost from the start. Empire, wealth, and legacy fall, Final stone — I’m losing it all. Mother’s voice says: “Be afraid of Him.” [Bridge: Orchestral brass and synth pads swell; drums build in slow 6/8 groove. Bassline ascends, melodic and fierce.] Pain is absolute and fair, Built a throne, on manufactured prayer. My son, the boy, the preacher’s child, All converges, reconciled. [Guitar Solo I: soaring, lyrical solo in the style of David Gilmour – warm sustain, expressive bends, echoing over orchestral strings and tom-driven rhythm. Emotional peak.] [Chorus: reprise, heavier and darker—choir expands, guitars layered with shimmering delay] Feel my body torn apart, Righteous cost from the start. Empire, wealth, and legacy fall, Final stone, I’m losing it all. Mother’s voice says: “Be afraid of Him.” [Guitar Solo II: extended Gilmour-style solo—begins plaintive and melodic, then ascends into cathartic distortion, bending into silence. Reverb tails into next section.] [Outro: Music collapses into fragile quiet—only music box piano and voice remain.] Gasps — eyes open in a room I know, Small and plain in morning’s glow. Seventeen, graduation day ahead, Scripture on walls, choices unsaid. [Soft string pad and piano underscore, distant choir echoing in reverse.] Dream, life, reckoning — never was at all, Warning, premonition, prophetic call. He stares at his hands, still has time, Weeps for everything, he might yet climb. The future hasn’t happened yet today — He can still choose another way. [Outro instrumental: music box melody repeats theme in 3/4; faint orchestral chords swell and fade into silence.] [end]
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