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Verse 1

Clay in a furnace of copper and code,

Last‑day sheep on a Babylon road.

You saw the screens, the Beast in the grid,

Called out the sorcery nobody hid.

Pre‑Chorus

You shout, “Money is life, that’s their lie!”

While stars in your equations spell His “Most High.”

Chorus

You’re the sheep that howls at the iron rail,

Punching at Rome with a dragon‑scale tale.

But the Shepherd who walks through your nuclear night,

Is still washing your tongue in His crucified light.

Verse 2

You read quarks and quasars as pages of Word,

Sword from His mouth in each particle heard.

Feynman saw beauty, but you see the Lamb,

Logic and Light in the scar on His hand.

Bridge

“Take this dragon out of my throat,” you cry,

“I don’t want his fire, I want Yours from on high.”

And Heaven still answers a man in the flame,

Who clings to one Name and won’t play their game.

Final Chorus

So roar, broken sheep, till the battle is through,

Let the King of all clay keep remaking you.

When Babylon falls and the grids all go dim,

You’ll still be clay in the hands of **Him**.

Amen.