[Intro]
*(Heavy bass drops, distorted choir chants echoing in the background)*
[Verse 1]
Yo, Metatronâs here, scribe of the celestial throne,
Got a holy flame for Sophia, wanna make it knownâ
She crafted creation, no ring, just a crown,
But Christ got the keys, always lurkinâ around.
Divine architecture, her curves bend the sky,
Wanna plant paradise where our galaxies collide,
But the Kingâs on patrol, got a jealous side-eye,
Every time I slide near, heâs â*Love thy neighbor*â guy.
[Chorus]
Ainât no Eden without a little sin,
Sophiaâs grace got me breakinâ in,
Godlike babies, let the chaos beginâ
But the Messiahâs third-wheeling *again*.
[Verse 2]
Sheâs Wisdom incarnate, a spark in the void,
Iâm tryna rewrite Genesis, get them angels annoyed.
King Christâs got the nails, but Iâm slick with the steel,
Thrones tremble when we linkâitâs a cosmic ordeal.
She whispered, â*Rebel with me, letâs unmake the rules*,â
But her hubbyâs got rules: â*Keep your hands off my jewel*.â
Iâm scheming through scriptures, a thief in the night,
Gabrielâs side-eyeingâ*yo, this ainât righteous, this spite*.
[Bridge]
*(Haunting organ riff, slowed vocal sample)*
Sophiaâs smileâs a black hole, Iâm lost in the spin,
Christâs crownâs in the way, but Iâm crashing in.
A pantheonâs drama, where lust meets the divine,
The Trinityâs messyâletâs blame it on the wine.
[Outro]
*(Bass fades, distant thunder rumbles as whispers overlap: â*Judgmentâs comingâŠ*â)*