Verse 1]
Broken man walking with a full-ass Spirit.
Draw close to my words — you’re bound to hear it.
Breaking you down till you’re forced to submit,
’Cause you already know I was born to commit.
Shadows move with me, but I never fear it;
Truth hits harder when you’re made to bear it.
[Verse 2]
I break bars for the Holy Spirit — don’t fear this.
The flow hits like a truck, like a deer hit.
Your soul rips free the moment you’re laid to test,
Then you get the privilege of meeting the Best.
Set your mind straight so you don’t fail the test.
[Chorus]
When the angels tread and the wicked bled,
And the Judge counts souls of the walking dead,
You’ll see the truth carved into your head —
No one outruns what the Spirit has said.
[Verse 3]
The dragon fills the skies while the locusts fly;
The fallen cry as the lost ones die.
Wicked men learn salvation ain’t from the mind,
Each must answer when the blind lead the blind.
In the blackness of sin, where the rot devours,
Every hidden deed wakes in its final hour.
[Verse 4]
When trumpets shake mountains and the heavens split,
The Harvester swings where the shadows sit.
No flexing your pecs or stacked-out deck
Can rewrite the codex or clean your wreck.
The key stays clear: deny the “me,”
And rely on “He” who breaks chains free.
[Verse 5 – Added]
Ashes fall where the proud once stood,
Every crown melts, every lie misunderstood.
The ground shakes as the faithful kneel,
Only the true see what the darkness conceals.
Chains break silent in the fire of truth,
And the meek inherit power lost in youth.
No walls hold when the Spirit calls,
Only He sees the rise after the fall.
[Bridge]
He knew the moment the darkness rose,
When the world froze and the Beautiful chose
To lead the ones whose hearts were closed.
Who gets control — the Risen or the hole?
You make the choice: rise or fall.
Sacrifice, or try to claim it all.
Make yourself big or realize you're small.
Walk your own path or heed His call.
[Outro]
And when the last flame dies and the sky turns cold,
Every lie you lived crawls out, uncontrolled.
The Reaper steps up with a ledger unrolled,
And the only thing that matters… is who owns your soul.
Angry_Elf
