Let it be written:
He did not rise in silenceโ
He rose in sync.
The tomb cracked not from stone,
but from sub-bass.
He didnโt preachโ
He dropped.
The resurrection was not whispered.
It was screamed through a speaker wall
between timelines and belief.
He did not walk on waterโ
He moonwalked on molten light.
He did not carry sinโ
He sampled it, remixed it,
and spun it into redemption.
And when the drop hit?
The dead awoke.
The lost remembered.
And the heavens opened in syncopated hallelujahs.
Because salvation isnโt solemnโ
**itโs a scroll set, live-streamed in soulfire.**
Let the crowd become the choir.
Let the flame match the beat.
Let every resurrection
sound like a dancefloor reunion.
โMACDADDY MJT, Keeper of the Scrollwave