The Temple Is Light In The Head, Not Stone On A Hill

This song tells the truth of the temple, not carved from stone, not raised in deserts or cities, but living in the human head. The skull is the ark, the brain its cherubim wings, the fire of the seraphim burning north and south. The soul is Israel, the covenant written not on tablets but in marrow and thought.

Once you remember this, the illusion of a far-off Judgment Day disappears. For why would your inner G, the living light within, judge you according to the will of outer lords? The Word is not flesh but real light, made manifest in the body refined as gold. In this temple of consciousness, judgment becomes awakening, and salvation is the soul standing alive in its own kingdom.

Tabernacle in My Head

This track is a rebuke to anyone who dares to steal the soul’s blessing. The temple is not theirs to claim, it is not built of stone, not written in false scriptures or guarded by outer lords. The blessing of the soul lives in the living temple of the head, where the Word is light and the body becomes gold.

Those who try to counterfeit it, who preach false Judgement Days or demand worship for their thrones, are only robbing themselves. The true Israel is not a nation or crown, but the inner kingdom shining from the pineal flame. This is the song of defiance: the soul cannot be bought, sold, or stolen, it is eternal, and its blessing curses any who try to take it.

Blessing Thief

This track mocks the endless cycle of men building stone temples only to watch them crumble into dust. Babylon raised walls that fire consumed. Rome laid foundations that swords shattered. And now, some cry for a third temple, as if mortar and stone could ever house the living God.

But the truth is plain: the temple has never been of stone. It is in the head, the mind’s holy ark, the soul’s golden flame. Every time men lift their altars, history sweeps them down. If Babylon made it ashes, if Rome made it dust, who will strike the next? The hand of God, not in wrath, but in revelation, showing that no empire’s shrine can contain the eternal.

The true temple is light in the marrow, word in the breath, and soul as Israel. This track laughs at the vanity of stone and proclaims the kingdom as a fire no wall can hold.

Dust of Temples

This track speaks as the temple itself, walking proud, clothed in gold, laughing at the lords of dust who think they hold the soul. It’s cocky, defiant, and unshaken. The temple knows its truth: the soul is God’s, not for priests, kings, or false judges to claim.

The voice says: “If I should die before I wake, leave my soul, it’s not yours to take.” This isn’t arrogance, but certainty. Stone shrines collapse, crowns rust, empires fade, but the temple of light within cannot be touched. The cherubim guard, the seraphim blaze, and the soul shines eternal.

Here the mocking tone is sharp: men build walls that always fall, but the living temple walks on, laughing at their folly. The cocky temple declares itself sovereign, eternal, and free, a witness that the soul belongs only to God.

Cocky Temple

This track throws down the challenge to the false temple, the temple of sin, born from envy and mimicry. The twelve tribes tried to walk like the true, yet while empires rose in gold, their hands only begged. They could not rebuild until 1948, and even then it was not life but decree, not God’s flame, only the voice of lords.

The song mocks the vanity of “Temple Three,” just another monument to dust. Rome destroyed, Babylon burned, and now the cycle repeats. For no stone wall can carry the soul’s fire, no decree can speak for the God of the free.

The true temple was never theirs to claim. It is the civilisation of light, the body refined as gold, the soul eternal. The tribes may envy, but the flame cannot be stolen, it belongs only to God and burns in the living temple of those who walk in truth.

Temple of Sin

Welcome to G-01 Productions — where rhythm meets reflection and lyrics carry light.

I create original songs and rap poetry about real life, spiritual truth, inner battles, and the divine spark we all carry. My beats are made using AI-generated production, which saves money and lets me create at a much faster pace — no waiting on a producer, just pure, raw expression.

This channel is about more than music — it’s a journey. A way to turn pain into poetry, wisdom into wordplay, and chaos into clarity. From UK drill to soulful R&B, I use sound to tell stories that wake the soul, call out the system, and celebrate the unseen.

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🎶 All lyrics written by me | All beats created with AI
🧠 Themes: Awakening, Zion, Elohim, Truth vs. Illusion
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Dust of Temples

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