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The Pre-Vessel Covenant 2 by AI Composer

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The Pre-Vessel Covenant 2

new age rap

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Before the first cry, before the world turned cold, We met when no story had ever been told.
No flesh shaking shadows, no breath on the air, Just two flames flickering naked, raw and bare.
I remember life, seeping through dense green holes, Not pure, perfect, more like the rise before the fall,
The cold that settles low in the meadow and bone, A sacred place where neither of us felt alone.
In that silent wood, the colors killed, I′m glad, The green loomed, tore, decayed, but life wasn′t quite dead.
Behind me, something pulled, a blaze too bright to chase, Yet in the quiet, I could feel the pulse of grace.
We spoke without sound, just knowing and feeling, A pipe beneath the stars, tender yet unyielding,
Stripped of all masks, no fear to disguise, Two souls anchored deep beyond our own skies.
Every step now, the world builds walls, Obstacles meant to make us fall,
But if you′re my compass, my northern glow, Each fear turns to fire, every doubt lets go.
Jealousy′s shadow tried to tie me down, A silent hunter wearing victory′s crown,
But I rose three times, ego, pride and shame, Now it′s just a memory, no longer a chain.
We rise in the noise, the struggle, the strain, Two halves of one beating through joy and pain,
The gospel we rise, the tide won′t break, A code for the soul, for love′s own sake.
In flesh we are fallen, but roots run deep, Finding the light that′s ours to keep.
We rise in the noise, the struggle, the strain, Two halves of one beating through joy and pain,
Two halves of one, never alone.
The world′s a labyrinth, stone set to confuse, But every wrong turn was a lesson to choose,
I learned to love shadows, the jagged and torn, Because those cracks let the light be born.
I carry the weight of ancestors′ fires, Carved names fade, but the soul never tires.