[PROLOGUE] ROXI: (smoky alto; amused) Listen... what if the Wholeness is just doing its own thing? What if I don't have to be your savior, and you don't have to be my master? A cosmic vacation from our own importance. Let's play it out. [INTRO] [MILFRED]: (dry kick; snappy snare) [JILL]: (dirty bass; heavy funk groove) ROXI: (acoustic guitar; crackling strumming) [VERSE 1] ROXI: (half-spoken; shrug) I wasn't the first one on the scene with a "vision" to clean. I didn't bake the sun or brew the spirit’s wine, I didn't design the eye—it was just... there, divine. ROXI: (singing; grounded) I woke up mid-dance, trying to find what was real. Not my dance move. Not your choreography. Just life standing open, ignoring my authority. [CHORUS] ROXI: (punk energy) The Wholeness does it alone! (Yeah, I don't have to make it whole.) The Wholeness does it alone! (I’m not the pilot of its soul.) ROXI: (smoky; direct) God is God—without the world in a strangle. Let the soul have some space, just sit still for a bit, Without a judge on the chair or a script to submit. [VERSE 2] ROXI: (aggressive punk) They told me: "Find your fall." I said: "Where was it supposed to trip?" They told me: "Own your guilt." I said: "Who actually owns this ship?" I didn't summon the storm or clock the time, But I’m still walking here, taking up some space. [CHORUS] ROXI: (punk energy) The Wholeness does it alone! (Yeah, I don't have to make it whole.) The Wholeness does it alone! (I’m not the pilot of its soul.) ROXI: (smoky; direct) God can be something else without being "Mine," And I can be human without hiding in Your shrine. Let the soul have some space, just sit still for a bit, Without a judge on the chair or a script to submit. [RAP — ROXI] [MILFRED]: (heavy boom-bap; punchy) [JILL]: (syncopated funk line) ROXI: (rapping; honest) Okay—let’s be real for a second. I think, but my brain didn't build the hardware. I feel, but I didn't invent "blue" or "sad." I’m just a passenger on this very strange pad. ROXI: (spoken-rap; intimate) Hey... Big Guy. You made this "Me" thing. It’s a bit of a diva, I know. It thinks it owns the furniture. It thinks it wrote the show. But look... let my "I" keep its little toys and its tiny fears. Don't try to turn my life into Your personal PR. And don't try to turn Your Wholeness into my project. ROXI: (singing; smoky) If God is Spirit, let it be Spirit—not a title I wear. Not my throne. Not my land. Just... there. [BRIDGE] ROXI: (half-sung, half-whispered; intimate) No insults. No hate. Just: God is God. Human is Life. The soul gets its room. The Spirit cuts through— Without demanding that anything... get smaller. [FINAL CHORUS] ROXI: (full punk energy) THE WHOLE DOES IT ALONE! Not me. Not my "I." Not my fear. Not my lie. THE WHOLE DOES IT ALONE! ROXI: (singing; smoky; powerful) And I’m standing right here in the middle of it— God can be other. I can just be... here. [OUTRO] [JILL]: (bass alone, heavy, decaying) ROXI: (spoken voice; dry) I didn't make the Wholeness whole. I just realized... it wasn't missing me for it to be. [END]
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