VERSE 1 When I say I’m an heir of a King I don’t mean a man with a big chair wearing a bunch of shiny rings talking big and declaring things Guess I’m used to royalty with more clout than that My King is in the major leagues, yours is swinging a whiffle bat When I say I serve a Lord and Savior I’m not talking heroes. 'Cause every hero I see suffers, thinking they’re a zero, With zero confidence/ My Lord is sure of who he is Stripped himself of glory, still had crowds singing Hosanna chants And that’s not ego, My God owns a thousand hills And He’s not emo though he frequents dark places to give light Not eco/ He’s run the whole world on His right hand, on fleek though But you don’t do him justice with your pretty pictures of blonde, haired blue eyed, hippies reading the scriptures Death defeated, Sin defying, resurrected Christ Better recognize the Maker of your fragile life VERSE 2 -God’s made/ Sitting on a throne/ Cup the whole reality like you a mug of joe/ legs open/ The real estate stolen by his robe alone displaces normal modes of space on its own/ Go toe to toe with Everest/ battle the mount/ at the peak believe your best conquest was God’s ottoman chest/ chillin/ With the feet up on the mega-verse/ Wears no chain, sin was beaten with the virgin birth/ And the death, and the cracking its head/ When he rose from the tomb and said we best break bread and remember/ --Big shot, made his own realm/ made another underneath it that’s the one we smell/ Heaven’s highest level was created in a bakery/ Confectionery taste from convection made rays/ He paid for unsavory ways in dark places/ We see the mystery that he lives to intercede for me/ Me: a soul so foul/ Blessed be the Name of the God-man crowned/ Hollow, drinking from the muddy gully with the sow/ Then Jesus tore his heart from the God head, frowned, And ground down the son of perdition into a mound/ Bound to the round planet ‘til he’s not around/ Indignant/ peeled flesh did the hard work/ Murdering the murderous one with blood spurts/ it’s sealed, done, dinner’s in the oven/ Children have to wait and not complain until its golden, browned/ Just be patient for the sound/ Horns make way in a round, for the renowned Holier than thou to astound Profound/ Yaweh minus all of the vowels/ part clouds Raise brows/ whole crowds mourn, shout aloud/ Recoup the people once down now found/

VERSE 1 VERSE 2 Cosmology/ Isn’t distractions from mephistopheles/ -It’s partly science and math but also more than these/ Pillars of our current and very limited POV/ -It’s like attributing gifts under the Christmas tree To santa claus and all of his steeds in the finishing week Yearly/ instead of green, parent seeded money trees/ But when your young enough it’s all you can see/ Even scholarly peeps see through a glass darkly/ -There’s no evidence in digging through the sediment/ To take you any closer to the truth and make it relevant/ -The more you retcon supernatural events/ -You just reject a gift from your parent/ In a silent vault floating in salt before your waltz with death/ Meditation will not stand up and vet, you At the judgement of all men, women, there’s no division/ -A vision found on the mount can be a prison/

VERSE 1 The Lord spoke from the home of the maelstrom/ Horrified and ashen, I fell on my back, he said, Don’t obscure the plans of the living singularity/ Brace yourself, I will ask the questions, you will answer me/ -Where were you when I layed the earth’s foundations, Shaped like clay dimensional gates and places, Painted ancient spaces, art without cages/ Tell me if you know or if my statement’s outrageous/ Bare bones time space baked in phosphorescence/ I take light by the hem and the necklace/ Check list checked off: Dismiss dark thought Blissed out warm, soft, sunlight in loft/ Swim wet in froth/ Give life with cough/ Him all terrifying, all great, cure all/ Snow: I store it all away for every Winter squall/ Some see me and mourn others know me as their all in all/ Sleet, soak, heat-stroke, whether vast or localized/ Give Orion to the sky to make your gaze rise/ Eyes wide, sympathizing tears, tie that binds/ Goodnight full view moon/ Tide sky high/ Butterfly in the sky cut the quiet high noon/ Find ribeye for the lioness, snaggletooth/ and soon/ Bless youth/ bless the middle of the group/ Bless the end of the story/ I’m the God of the tombs/ roots/ VERSE 2

VERSE 1 Messiah/ A little boy to be exact/ As in walking to school gripping the straps of a backpack/ -Swinging a stick, digging holes, throwing stones/ dodging bullies, meeting friends, he learns and heads home/ Sometimes/ he doesn’t wanna finish his chores/ Some days// sitting through temple can be a bore/ -But he chooses discipline and obedience When you need to make decisions, these are the ingredients/ Speediness/ needed by seeking parents to find him/ -this is the day he disappeared from beside them/ -They found the kid in the middle of experts/ Blowing their minds with the caliber of his answers/ -The Holy Spirit connection became deeper/ -The grace of the Father of Lights became steeper/ -It got realer than praying before meals, Like, only ever speaking the Words God revealed/ Awkward, lanky, bottomless appetite/ Smelly feet, crushing on girls and dodging fights/ On to adulthood/ carpentry’s the trade/ Maybe chillin with Lazarus, Sunday night games/ RSVP to a wedding invitation/ Never planned to work a miracle at the RECEPTION/ Mom, since you asked this water will be wine, but see This was not supposed to be the start of my time/ God was interjecting through the party and Maria/ VERSE 2

VERSE 1 True Story, I come from a place on other planes no rage, pain, shame, longevity is the game/ There is no early way to say beyond the gate/ only people who are born again can navigate/ Hold up/ All Told, I like where you are going but how can a man be born when he is old? Clearly, no one sees this miracle existence Unless they get admitted by the water and the Spirit/ Whatever is born of the flesh is flesh Whatever is born of the Spirit is spirit/ Don't be surprised by the things that you are hearing/ You must be born again, I'm hoping that you will listen/ The wind goes wherever it might please, you never see the breeze, but you hear it in the trees/ This is how it is with folks born through these/ I hear your testimony, but how can this be? Twice I've shared my story and you still don't believe, I'm only speaking of leaves, not even teachings heavenly/ None have ever been to heaven except the king's son/ He will be the sacrifice you can believe on/ He will give his life and absorb God's judgement/ grizzly crimes and lies he takes the whole of it/ -He says "They do not know what they have done" Then he fell to hell as trash he had become/