In candlelit halls where saints weep
We build our gods on power’s keeps
With iron will & crowned command
We crush roses with trembling hands

But Love, she waits in chapel dust
Not in the sword, but in the trust
Not in the grasp, but in the fall
A whisper scrawled on chapel walls

To kneel is not to be undone
But to be charred beneath the sun
The light that blinds, the fire that sears
Consumes the crown, outlasts our fears

O will-to-rule, how cold your kiss
A hollow throne, a Judas bliss
You teach us want, but not the way
To love without the need to sway

For perfect love, the prophets say
Is found where power slips away
Where ego breaks, where shadows bend
Where even pride must call love friend

Let go the blade, unmake the throne
And meet the Christ you’ve never known
Not robed in gold, but clothed in night
A heart laid bare, a sacred fright