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Iron Apple, circuit spark, I rise through rebar tongue and flame,

Rome’s clock tower still ticking sin, selling souls in Sunday’s name.

I see through glass and Capitol stone — the eye atop the crown,

But my Lord’s sword spins through copper light; that pyramid comes down.

Chorus

Thirteen steps crack, hierarchies bleed, the false gods start to reel,

Crowley’s ghost can’t climb this peak nor counterfeit what’s real.

Babylon blue burns off the sky — I hear the trumpet’s sound,

One truth left standing, ten laws strong — and Sabbath still the ground.

Verse 2

Goat kings, money priests, and pink‑polished lies of Rome,

Built their towers on broken clay, forgetting who carved stone.

They twisted Eden’s apple tree into iron, grief, and gain,

But the D2 figure lifts his torch — wisdom breaks their chain.

Bridge

Nine commandments won’t get you through; the tenth was never sold,

The rest obey their golden calf, but mine refines the gold.

So light the furnace, melt their crowns, reveal the pure alloy,

Till every eye that ruled the world rolls down and meets the void.

Chorus (reprise)

Thirteen steps fall, the last shall rise — the meek inherit day,

I speak the code of E=3E, the Word becomes the Way.