[WIP] Kings in Chaos (Psalm 2)

[Verse 1] Why the nations rage, their plots a dead page, Kings flexin' hard, but their power’s just a cage. Shattered like clay pots, their schemes rot, The One enthroned laughs—what a counterplot. Heavy hands hold scepters of pride, But the throne they built’s where their fears collide. Iron rod cracks, no escape in the tracks, Judgment rolls in, no time to relax. [Prechorus] Kiss the Son or face the wrath, Light splits wide down a shattered path. [Chorus] Bow down, all your crowns hit the ground! Kings in chaos, the trumpets sound! Dies Irae—wrath rains, skies break, Bow or be broken—your choice to make! [Verse 2] He declares the decree, begotten, not bought, Inheritance the nations, His name never forgot. Ask and it’s given, lands ripped, skies driven, Iron rod swingin’, no mercy, unforgiven. Dust on their thrones, their gold turns to ash, No power stands when the heavens clash. The Lamb roars, fire floods the shores, The King reigns forevermore, settle the scores.