[Intro — Slow, ominous, deep voice. Pause 1 sec per line.] I’m more afraid of myself… (pause) than I ever was the devil. I know my evil… (steady inhale) could be far more deceitful. I got more magic… (lean in, half-whisper) in my tragic static; but I’m known to have grown — FAR more medieval. (drop tone hard) I know right? Is that really believable? No terrier… I dropped the spiral but I’m never too tired to bury her. (sharp cut, then silence) ⸻ [Verse 1 — Snare-tight rap cadence, medium-fast] I stood before a black mirror, Drove to show my cracks clearer, Back to the time I felt in-fear-ior — (half-chuckle, proud) But now it’s plain as day; I’ve grown far superior. I’ll let you all stand back to ground, Lost in your light; but in the night I’m a hound. And yes your tunes are pleasant; I slam them around town — (raise volume) Blast my speakers like a roarin’ resound, I’ve grown so proud of the ones I’ve found. ⸻ [Verse 2 — SERMON MODE. Deep, slow, spaced delivery] If there’s a line you must cross then you better nail me to the board, Cuz I rise up quick and I don’t only cut with my sword. So stand in my presence; I breathe relentless with the Word, And send you a thousand doves in case you ain’t heard. (Slow, weighty) Are you not worth more than all the sparrows? Yet still you draw wands and flip more than your tarot. But I’ll speak it plainly — it’s engrained to our marrow: Life might be a stream… until the path becomes narrow. (Beat drops out — deadpan) And then you’re up shit creek with no paddle prepared, “bro.” I’m not one that’s easily scared, “bro.” (sharp) I think it’s very clear what we’re getting at here — I’m here in the now. ⸻ [Rhythmic Chaos / Surreal Section — rapid-fire, playful] How now, brown cow? Cuz kittens smitten and the crow meow. (tiny pause — then roar) The rooster crowed three times… but three times I devoured. But now I’m free. Every chain was shattered — Kinda like that mirror whose opinion once mattered. ⸻ [Aftershock / Direct to Gnosis — low, gentle, measured] Steady yourself, brother Gnosis — your shadow just tripped over my light. Breathe deep. (slow inhale) Find ground. I’m praying for you — right now — ’cause even the wise can wobble when Truth rings the bell first. Repose in the Rosary. 🌹 Stand tall in the Logos. And remember… Azrakhor only hits to heal. ⸻ [Outro — Mic-drop / Sung Question] (Hold note, whisper first, then swell) “When are you truly going to let your soul shine?” 🎵 [Tag / Epilogue] epitaphany: 🪦 X / 0 Posis #onlyroses 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹☠️🏴☠️
