I kept your name where the fire couldn’t see Under the page, under the pulse, under me No holy light ever came without a cost I watched you clean your hands in what was lost You wore the white like it could hide the stain Built your bright throne out of other people’s pain Turned love to witness, turned faith into a tool Fed two soft hearts to the hunger of the cruel There are names no page was made to hold There are truths too sharp for polished gold I stayed close enough to hear the paper breathe Close enough to count the dead beneath Near your light I learned the shape of hell Not from the dark, but from how heaven fell Every line you wrote came back as proof Every god you played left blood along the roof You killed the judge, not the judgment Stole the light, not what it meant Write all night, the page won’t lie What you buried learned to survive You killed the judge, not the judgment Wore the crown, then split beneath it Close to your light, I watched it break Truth came late, but it stayed awake Ink in the pulse, names in the mouth Mercy went missing the moment you found How good it felt to be feared in the cleanest room How fast a bright lie turns the air to a tomb Choirs in the ceiling, smoke in the spine Whole world kneeling to a boy divine But every saint you raised was a step to collapse Every perfect mask let the grave leak back Write it, write it, write it in red Call it justice over the dead Raise that light, let the false sun swell Hear that choir? that’s the court of hell Name after name after name in line Gold in the eye, black in the mind You thought the sky would kneel when you rose Then the last hand came and quietly closed You killed the judge, not the judgment Stole the light, not what it meant All that glory cracked and froze The page remembered what no one knows You killed the judge, not the judgment Won the war, still couldn’t hold it Close to your light, the whole world bled Justice lived on, but the living were dead No one walks out of that light untouched Not the ones who served Not the ones who loved Not even the one who won
