I open up the ancient book, searching for a sign They told me "just have faith", don't look at the timeline But math is cold as ice, it has no creed or soul I see the numbers, Dad, losing all control. They say the chronology is perfect and divine But history rejects this broken timeline You say Jerusalem fell in six-zero-seven But no stone, no king, echoes that from heaven. This ghost date is nothing but a desperate prop To hold a crumbling throne, so the power doesn't stop A doctrine saying that the King arrived in 1914 But the foundation is cracked, and the castle is falling!

Jeremiah screamed, but you turned a blind eye Said "desolation", when "servitude" was the cry! Daniel served the King before the fire burned the gate Why twist the Holy Book just to fix a date?

Oh, the truth is written in the stars and sky! But you tear the pages out, keeping the veil high! You accept Five-Three-Nine, the fall of the King But deny the evidence that the ruins sing! Five-Eight-Seven! The rocks cry from the ground! There is no gap, no void to be found! You break the ruler just to make time freeze But the stars don't lie, they don't aim to please!

Let's talk about logic, let's keep it real right now You quote the experts when they take a bow For Cyrus in Five-Three-Nine, you say "Amen, it's true!" Using the same list, the same point of view. But when that same list points out your mistake You say "historians are wrong", "the records are fake" How can the source be truth and a lie at the same time? It’s the same clay tablet, the same ancient rhyme! Twenty years vanished? Where did they go? No receipt, no business, just a fictional show.

The "Slave" says he researched deep But the Bible itself he put to sleep Seventy years of Empire, chains on the nations Not seventy years of empty desolations! The count ends in Five-Three-Nine, do the subtraction... We arrive at Six-Zero-Nine, the Lion's action!

You accept Five-Three-Nine, the fall of the King! But deny the truth that I’m finding! Five-Eight-Seven! The Temple burned down! And the date of 1914... is over now. There is no throne in the sky based on a lie The truth is life, the lie is where we die!

It’s the same ruler, Dad... You can't break time.

2 points MixtureExcellent5133

I open up the ancient book, searching for a sign They told me "just have faith", don't look at the timeline But math is cold as ice, it has no creed or soul I see the numbers, Dad, losing all control. They say the chronology is perfect and divine But history rejects this broken timeline You say Jerusalem fell in six-zero-seven But no stone, no king, echoes that from heaven. This ghost date is nothing but a desperate prop To hold a crumbling throne, so the power doesn't stop A doctrine saying that the King arrived in 1914 But the foundation is cracked, and the castle is falling!

Jeremiah screamed, but you turned a blind eye Said "desolation", when "servitude" was the cry! Daniel served the King before the fire burned the gate Why twist the Holy Book just to fix a date?

Oh, the truth is written in the stars and sky! But you tear the pages out, keeping the veil high! You accept Five-Three-Nine, the fall of the King But deny the evidence that the ruins sing! Five-Eight-Seven! The rocks cry from the ground! There is no gap, no void to be found! You break the ruler just to make time freeze But the stars don't lie, they don't aim to please!

Let's talk about logic, let's keep it real right now You quote the experts when they take a bow For Cyrus in Five-Three-Nine, you say "Amen, it's true!" Using the same list, the same point of view. But when that same list points out your mistake You say "historians are wrong", "the records are fake" How can the source be truth and a lie at the same time? It’s the same clay tablet, the same ancient rhyme! Twenty years vanished? Where did they go? No receipt, no business, just a fictional show.

The "Slave" says he researched deep But the Bible itself he put to sleep Seventy years of Empire, chains on the nations Not seventy years of empty desolations! The count ends in Five-Three-Nine, do the subtraction... We arrive at Six-Zero-Nine, the Lion's action!

You accept Five-Three-Nine, the fall of the King! But deny the truth that I’m finding! Five-Eight-Seven! The Temple burned down! And the date of 1914... is over now. There is no throne in the sky based on a lie The truth is life, the lie is where we die!

It’s the same ruler, Dad... You can't break time.


3 points POMO2022

Right on man, some get irritated by AI art and music, but it’s a really cool resource and lyrically this is an excellent piece. Ai won’t kill live music and live shows.

Thanks for sharing because it’s spot on. The tower crumbles by this alone. No need to even overthink it.

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2 points CaesarSendaris415

Good. If you wish, I could add some lines at the end:

I could forgive your unforgivable crime

To treat time like a tool on your hand

But your recklessness is not a simple mistake

You’re consuming real lives for this date that is fake.