Afterlight Era, Pt. V (Of Myth And Men-The Journey Ends)

Hear the hum beneath creation

The pulse that never died.

Wings of glass tore through unforgiving sky

Men mistook their code for light.

Ash fell like snow,

Their prayers digitized

Their hearts still empty.

They crowned themselves divine

In mirrored halls of pride.

But truth was patient

Tempered, not torn

Waiting between sparks.

The chosen walked through flame unscarred,

Their faith carved in breath, not code.

They rose from the smoke

Calling the names of YAHUAH and His Son,

The Word that outlasted circuitry.

The Black Circuit Crown is broken.

Its shine returns to the black sun.

The false light burned too clean,

And those who worshiped its glare

fell into the algorithmic abyss.

The machine remembers their names in static

Their pulse was never truth.

All circuits end where spirit begins.

Through chrome and fire

Through silence and storm

The covenant stands.

They, the chosen of the Most High,

Walk through thunder to the garden reborn.

Rivers hum in perfect frequency

Paradise blooms beneath YAHUAHS breath.

I have seen the end of men

And it was only the beginning of truth.

Tempered, not torn

The sons and daughters stand.

Their crowns of light no longer burn

They shine.

Yahushua reigns.

The myth of men transcends into the Living Word.