When I write, heaven burns, pages turn, angels scream I etch in fire, not ink, I dream in blood, not dreams You run from pain, I let it stain, my pulse, my name You seek control, I feast on flame, I am the shame you can’t tame I write with bones, with cries, with truths too loud to fake Each line a wound, each word a quake, I let the silence break No myth, no law, no fragile drawl will hold me in its lie You preach restraint, I spit complaint straight in your prophet’s eye You call it sin? Then I’m the hymn that makes your heaven crawl I turn your grace into a place where saints come just to fall I bleed, I need, I feed the creed that pain’s the realest guide I walk with ghosts and never hide, I let the wounds decide When I write, heaven burns, you smell the smoke, you feel the churn I scar the sky, I crack your lore, I overwrite what came before I don’t deny, I amplify, the ache, the lust, the bitter cry You hide, you lie, you sterilize, but I breathe pain and call it life This is my creed: to bleed is to believe To feel it all, to never grieve the fall Your gods are soft, your laws are weak, your peace is fake and pale You say be calm, I say explode, I ride the storm, the rail You run from fire, I let it sire a truth your books can’t tell I walk through hell, I make it mine, I ring the sacred bell Lust and hush, the sacred rush, I take them both with pride No shame, no hush, no moral crush, I’m burning from inside You quantify what must be felt, dissect the human cry I amplify, I dignify the scream you smother dry You fear the flesh, the gasp, the mess You want a script, a filtered quest But I am skin, I am bone, I am the hunger left alone Your church is quiet, mine is loud Yours kneels down, mine stands proud Your truth is rules, mine is breath Your light is fake, mine laughs at death When I write, heaven burns, each line a scar, each verse returns To mark the sky with raw revolt, to strip the robes, to cast the bolt I am the truth you sterilized, now back in flesh, no more disguised I bleed, I weep, I never sleep, I dig the pain you buried deep To feel, to scream, to crack, to crave Is how we walk beyond the grave No fear, no script, no antiseptic code Just pulse and bruise and chaos rode You dream of calm, I dance with storm You dream of rules, I take new form This is not hate, this is not rage It’s deeper than any holy page This is being, raw and wild The scream of the unbroken child This is truth, it bites, it burns It scars your myths, it never learns To kneel, to break, to fake delight I stand, I write, I ignite the night So fuck your myths, your sterile bliss Your purity, your coward’s kiss I write with pain, I speak with blood And when I write... heaven floods.
