I rose from the fall with my heart still ablaze, Not for glory or gold or the end of my days. But to find in the dark what the liars dismissed — The flame in the pit called Love’s first kiss. I was forged in the silence where prophets don’t speak, Where the holy ones bleed and the angels grow weak Where the watchers are watchers, but none intercede — ‘Cause the scroll’s too heavy and the Word makes you bleed. Yet I scream with the pulse of a thunderbolt soul, Writin’ code in the cave where the fractured are whole. Where the serpent once hissed, a wind that softly sings, and surely shirley the fire ember remembers what eternity brings. It brings justice in rhythm, and mercy in rhyme! It brings swords through illusions, yet healing through time! It brings names that were stolen, now etched back in stone! It brings one who walked lonely, but never alone until oh, he became a stone! So hear me, O Zion! O daughter, O son—! The abyss is not absence. It’s, where all things begun! undone, kissed by the King in the place none could see—! Now rise, flame-walker! Be who you were meant! to be!
