BEYOND THE PAGE

 

The Bible was never a blueprint,

Not a log of science, nor a map of rights—

Dinosaurs unspoken, Nephilim a whisper,

Bloodlines bound by ancient nights.

 

Not a rulebook, but a riddle,

A dance of metaphors, not of math—

Job’s burnt offerings hum a prequel tune,

While Adam’s whisper fades in time’s long path.

 

Lucifer—no winged villain in the sky,

But a man, a trader, a spark of pride,

Greed outshone his wisdom’s glow,

A fall from flesh to cherub’s side.

 

The serpent slithered, mind not fang,

Craft beyond the beast’s own lore,

And “Satan”—not a name, but a shadow’s crown,

A title any rebel wore.

 

Genesis spins its silent song,

Adam—no first, but a reboot’s breath,

Waves of men before him stood,

Their bones still louder than his death.

 

The stars above, the sun’s fierce gleam,

Not hosts of heaven, but us—reborn,

From dirt to divine, we rise, we burn,

As morning breaks from ancient morn.

 

For science is no foe to faith,

But a rogue key to a hidden stash,

Unlocking God from gilded cages,

As creeds collapse in holy clash.

 

They built their walls—He breaks them still,

They locked Him tight—He slips the chains,

Too wild, too vast, too fierce for frames,

He dances bold through shattered plains.

 

So step beyond the page, my friend,

Let riddles hum and symbols sing,

For God’s too great for dogma’s box—

He rides the wind on untamed wings.

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Ancient Patterns:

 

"Science ain’t the enemy—it’s a rogue key, unlocking God’s buried stash, spitting in the face of pious box-makers. They tried to cram Him into their puny creeds, but God’s too vast, too feral for their frameworks. Their squeeze play’s a bust—He’s bigger than their skulls can hold. Watch close: He’ll smash the lid, strut out, and dance a riot through the ruins!" ― The Child