[Verse 1]
Clatter of sabers in pews...news crews cue the halo spin,
Label the table of truth as “treason,” they staple sin.
Paper-thin faith with a flag stitched in, grafted on grace like a plastic grin,
Asking Him, “Sanction my fences,” when gospel says, “Gather them, let ’em in.”
Massive grin, masks and hymns, cash in tins...Mammon in sacristy;
Passing the plate to the palace while pallets of rations lack dignity.
“Blessed are meek” gets muted when market moods demand dividends;
Citizens sip a cinnamon spin, while venom invents their dividends.
I’m flipping the diction like benches in temples...rhyme as a remnant revolt;
Not militant, but vigilant...pry the lie from the cult of control.
No idol patrols, no rifle patrols in the soul’s cathedral aisle;
Our creed isn’t greed...plant seed, meet need, bleed speed to reconcile.
Beatitudes blaze like braille for the blind...the signs are tactile truth;
If power preys, then praise is a cage; if love’s alive, it cracks the roof.
Church of the new millennium’s medicine...mercy is militant tenderness;
Heaven is present in evidence: strangers embraced, not fenced as a threat to us.

[Hook]
No crowns for conquerors, only towels and basins,
No thrones for oligarchs inside sacred spaces.
If faith is a fortress, the poor can’t face it;
If love is the law, then the law must grace it.
We tear down the altars of nation-as-deity,
Break bread with the broken, betray false divinity.
Truth isn’t partisan...truth is proximity:
Hold the least close and the King shows His dignity.

[Verse 2]
Pseudo-prophets funnel fear into funnels of funding and power,
Thunder and gunmetal prayers, but the Son settles storms by a flower.
Hour by hour, the algorithm baptizes bias in bite-size clips;
Whitewashed tombs with like-count perfume...hype-house doom in righteous drips.
Pedigree pageants of purity nagging the widow’s mite;
Politic pulpits that weaponize scripture and privatize living light.
Listen...the mission’s not tribal admission to kingdoms of gated lawns;
It’s tables of fishes and loaves, it’s coats when the night is raw.
Make peace? That’s treason to tyrants who diet on deified flags;
We kneel to a suffering King, not emperors dressing in drag.
If borders define your belonging, your gospel is smaller than God;
We cross every line with a lifeline...neighbor is name, not a nod.
Bitter rhetoric fizzles when literal miracles multiply meals;
Give up the myth of dominion...domesticate steel into yield.
Faith is a furnace for fear, refine it to courage and care;
If your revival’s survival of strongest, the Spirit is not in the air.

[Verse 3]
Call me a pacifist pugilist...punchlines pummel the principalities;
Uppercut comfort, confront the corrupt, love’s knuckles in legalities.
Rhythm and remedy, liturgy’s energy...centuries crush in a bar,
Wherever a child gets a blanket and meal, that’s the flag that we are.
I’m threading a needle through steeples, unseating deceitfully seated elites;
The Kingdom advances by kindness...no boots on throats, but sandals on streets.
If truth gets censored by sponsors, then prophets repaint the wall;
Graffiti of grace on the gate...“Let every lost be found and called.”
Cathedrals collapse if they balance on violence...stone can’t shoulder lies;
The only foundation unshaken is love cruciform and alive.
So sing it in 4/4 fury, sermon in snare and kick:
No nation can own salvation...the cross already did.

KING SHOWS HIS DIGNITY

[Verse 1]
Pledge to parchment, not to person...oath is ironclad, not idol,
No revisionist dominion draped in hymnals round a rifle.
Wall between the steeple and the state is mortar-level true,
“Congress shall make no law”...read the clause, respect the pew.
Fusion of cross with the crosshairs? That’s a counterfeit communion;
Gospel turned to garrison is tyranny in union.
Keep the credos free to flourish...private faith, public fairness;
Law is blind to sect and scepter, scales of justice spare us.
Dogma’s not a docket...legislature isn’t liturgy;
Policy by pulpit makes a prison out of liberty.
We the People set the ceiling: checks and balances, not kings;
Paper shields and steel of will...separate powers clip the wings.
Authoritarians audition...constitution cuts the mic;
No anointed autocrats, just arguments and rights.

[Hook]
Keep the cross out of Congress, keep the state out of pews,
Keep the crown off the conscience, keep the press free to choose.
Keep the courtroom impartial, keep the ballot the blade,
Our Constitution’s the covenant that keeps us unafraid.
No dictators in the docket, no fascists in the frame...
Due process, equal protection...declare our day.

[Verse 2]
Fourteenth ink...born on the soil, citizen from first breath (
Diplomatic carve-out carved, but the rest? That’s settled text).
Equal protection, due process...double helix in the law;
Government must justify before it ever lifts a paw.
Sixth Amendment in the stanza...speedy, public, jury peers;
Counsel by your side when the state draws near.
Fifth says silence is a right, not a crime in need of proof;
Hay-bee-uss keeps the body safe...bring the cause, cut the noose.
No star-spangled sacrament to sanctify a purge;
If power tries to play messiah, courts will counter, rights will surge.
You can preach in every chapel, you can vote with every heart,
But the state can’t crown your scripture nor redact another’s part.
That’s the firewall for all of us...belief and unbelief,
Common law of common ground, relief from zealot grief.

[Hook]
Keep the cross out of Congress, keep the state out of pews,
Keep the crown off the conscience, keep the press free to choose.
Keep the courtroom impartial, keep the ballot the blade,
Our Constitution’s the covenant that keeps us unafraid.
No dictators in the docket, no fascists in the frame...
Due process, equal protection...declare our day.

[Bridge]
“We the People”...not “we the prince,” not “we the party line,”
Union forged in quarrel, freedom tempered by design.
Rights retained, powers enumerated, federalism balanced weight;
Liberty is litigated...never legislated by a faith.

[Verse 3]
Thirteenth thunder: chains sundered...no more markets for a man;
Any creed that courts captivity collides with this command.
Bill of Rights is not a buffet for the strong to pick and choose;
Press, petition, speech, assembly...guard the tools we use.
Independent courts and counters...legislature writes, exec applies;
Judicial light reviews the line when overreach arrives.
No emergency enthrones a Caesar, no crusader gets a badge;
Public office serves the charter...swear to that, not to a flag.
Christian nationalist nostalgia tries to weld the church to state;
But Caesar can’t be christened...keep the wedding separate.
Render faith to God in freedom, render law to all in kind;
When the two are fused for power, justice staggers, truth goes blind.
Civic covenant protects the pulpit from the throne’s demand...
That’s how both stay holy: open hearts and open hand.

[Outro]
So let the parchment be the armor, let the people be the proof,
Let the courtroom be the candle when the storm eclipses truth.
No savior in a strongman...only safeguards in a clause;
Keep the state from wearing scripture, keep the church from writing laws.
Trial by jury, birthright standing, rights that none can confiscate...
Constitution as the compass, keeping tyrants from the gate.

NO KINGZ

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Dieser Song ist Teil des Albums Maschinenherz

Maschinenherz I - Kein Update für die Seele

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A verse by verse Bible teaching through Exodus 6 by Pastor Brock Ashley.

Exodus 6 "Will Power"

A verse by verse Bible teaching through Exodus 5 by Pastor Brock Ashley.

Exodus 5 "Deep Foundations"

A verse by verse Bible teaching through Exodus 4 by Pastor Brock Ashley.

Exodus 4 "What If"

A verse by verse Bible teaching through Exodus 3 by Pastor Brock Ashley.

Exodus 3 "Right Now"

A verse by verse Bible teaching through Psalm 1 by Jeff Marlo.

Psalm 1

A verse by verse Bible teaching through Exodus 1 by Pastor Brock Ashley.

Exodus 1 "Exodus Strategy"

KILL THE N-WORD focuses on the modern day use of the most controversial word in the English language and analyzes the implications of this use of the N-Word and cites reasons for why this use should end completely.

Voice of Matthew - Kill The N-Word Pt I

This song is part of the album “Why me – but why not me too”.
It is not to be seen on its own, but as part of a journey I have to live through since my diagnosis. Each track tells a piece of this path – honest, raw, and unfiltered.

if you Let me Stay Alive

Maschinenherz II - Der letzte Mensch

Dieser Track ist Teil des Albums "Maschinenherz"

Maschinenherz III - Binäre Träume

Dieser Song ist Teil des Albums "Maschinenherz"

Maschinenherz - Prolog: Ursprung

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God Still Has A Seat For Me

A verse by verse Bible teaching through Exodus 29 by Pastor Brock Ashley.

Exodus 29 "Yada Yada"

Ich schreibe, was ich denke, fühle und erlebe. Schreiben hilft mir, Erinnerungen einzuordnen und ihnen Klarheit zu geben. Wenn Gefühle eine Melodie bekommen, entsteht etwas Wunderbares – eine Botschaft, die direkt ins Herz geht.

Für mich ist es ein Ausgleich, ein Stück Selbsttherapie. Die Texte sind ehrlich und frisch aus dem Herzen. Und wenn ich damit jemanden berühre, der genauso fühlt wie ich, freut es mich umso mehr.

Da ich selbst nicht gut singen kann, nutze ich KI für die Melodie und die Stimme. Ich bin dankbar für diese Möglichkeit, meinen Gefühlen Ausdruck zu verleihen.

Viel Freude beim Hören 🥰

Gruß, Marco Memory

PS: Ehrliche Kommentare sind willkommen – aber bitte keine Angebote, ich kaufe nichts.



I write what I think, feel, and experience. Writing helps me sort out memories and bring them clarity. When feelings find a melody, something wonderful is created – a message that speaks straight to the heart.

For me, it’s a balance, a bit of self-therapy. The lyrics are honest and straight from the heart. And if they touch someone who feels the same way I do, it makes me even happier.

Since I can’t sing well myself, I use AI for the melody and voice. I’m grateful for this opportunity to give my feelings a voice.

Enjoy listening 🥰

Best, Marco Memory

PS: Honest comments are always welcome – but please no offers, I’m not looking to buy anything.

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Welcome to our world. We are BIRTHRIGHT. A collective of creators working to bring you faith-based content that challenges the narrative. Thanks for checking us out! ~B

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