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Joie️ Keiz x Naïdy

B-RIGHT - JÉSUS REVIENT BIENTÔT

You knew God had a plan for you ( I did too )


Lyrics

(The act of knowing means all that has come is begun)
[Y]
Hey it's amen

[Hook]
An ma-ra-ba-tum
Ne-sa-ab-sag-ba
Su sa-bu-ub-ba-an-de
Su sa-bu-ub-ba-an-de

[Y]
You have been pressed to a place where it is undeniable that with no remaining choice you must surrender to the situation at hand.
It seems like you must labor to plan your way out. Things will undoubtedly progress as you have worried they would.

(Worry don't worry worry more)

[Chorus]
Ka-bi uš-a
Gu-da-a im-du-uš
Sa-bar-šu al-te-dim
An-ma-da-ba-tum

[Verse 1]
They pressed me like a cylinder seal, till my will’s in the clay I’m in,
Wedge-shaped scars on my heart, cunei-formed from the weight of it.
Panic is palimpsest, layered with laments I’m engraving in,
But faith is the fire in ziggurats; I kindle and pray within.
“Worry don’t worry,” the chorus repeats like a metronome,
I measure my breath by the Tigris beats, let the pressure go.
If fate is a tablet, I’m stylus-strong, I etch and amend it,
Yet bow to the plan that’s bigger than panic, I pledge and commend it.
An-ma-da-ba-tum humming under my ribs like a drum I hug,
I wrestle with doubt till it taps out, then I summon love.
Ki-ba al-gub—these fetters were letters, I read them and cut the ropes,
Gu-da-a im-du-uš—march through the mud with a hundred hopes.
My methods are mettle and mercy mixed, metal and lotus smoke,
I turn every “no” to a notary note that my soul endorsed.
When burdens are sumer-sun burnt, I bloom in the floodplain’s hush,
Sa-bar-šu al-te-dim—I keep my patience when blood runs lush.

[Y]
You won't have anything left to do but reconcile with yourself that you chose to do this because you knew god had a plan for you.
You must ask yourself what it is you should do to release yourself from your restraints 
Ki-ba al-gub (your restraints)
Gu-bi im-mi-gub (release yourself)
Sa-bar-šu al-te-dim
Ki-ma-da-ba-tum

[Verse 2]
I barter my scars for bars, cathartic and thaumaturgic,
Convert my nerves to verbs, observe the surge—thermic, urgent.
The doubt is an Uruk wall; I scale it with words and purpose,
A service of serpentine syllables, sinuous, lit and cursive.
I’m stitching my fissures with figurative ligatures, vigilance,
Spitting a liturgy, synergy—spirit and discipline, intricate.
When choices are coin-flips of gods, I refuse to be victim-chosen,
I pivot the prism; the prison becomes a vision open.
Gu-bi im-mi-gub—release yourself, I repeat it slow,
So even my grief learns to breathe and to seed what I need to grow.
I calendar chaos, I catalog catastrophes candidly,
Then brandish a candle and banish the shadows with amity.
The stylus I hold is a spine; I align with the hand divine,
And sign on the line of the time that was mine before panic’s mime.
When fear tries to steer, I veer to the clear ancestral drum,
An-ma-da-ba-tum—surrender to strength, then stand and run.

[Chorus]
Ka-bi uš-a
Gu-da-a im-du-uš
Sa-bar-šu al-te-dim
An-ma-da-ba-tum

lyrics by @aumnrasap 

B-RIGHT - JÉSUS REVIENT BIENTÔT

CSR (Christian servitor repost)