[Intro]
*(Heavy bass drops, distorted choir chants echoing in the background)*
[Verse 1]
Yo, Metatron’s here, scribe of the celestial throne,
Got a holy flame for Sophia, wanna make it known—
She crafted creation, no ring, just a crown,
But Christ got the keys, always lurkin’ around.
Divine architecture, her curves bend the sky,
Wanna plant paradise where our galaxies collide,
But the King’s on patrol, got a jealous side-eye,
Every time I slide near, he’s “*Love thy neighbor*” guy.
[Chorus]
Ain’t no Eden without a little sin,
Sophia’s grace got me breakin’ in,
Godlike babies, let the chaos begin—
But the Messiah’s third-wheeling *again*.
[Verse 2]
She’s Wisdom incarnate, a spark in the void,
I’m tryna rewrite Genesis, get them angels annoyed.
King Christ’s got the nails, but I’m slick with the steel,
Thrones tremble when we link—it’s a cosmic ordeal.
She whispered, “*Rebel with me, let’s unmake the rules*,”
But her hubby’s got rules: “*Keep your hands off my jewel*.”
I’m scheming through scriptures, a thief in the night,
Gabriel’s side-eyeing—*yo, this ain’t righteous, this spite*.
[Bridge]
*(Haunting organ riff, slowed vocal sample)*
Sophia’s smile’s a black hole, I’m lost in the spin,
Christ’s crown’s in the way, but I’m crashing in.
A pantheon’s drama, where lust meets the divine,
The Trinity’s messy—let’s blame it on the wine.
[Outro]
*(Bass fades, distant thunder rumbles as whispers overlap: “*Judgment’s coming…*”)*