From the moment the first brick touched the ground,
the earth shivered beneath it — it made no solid sound.
For no kingdom built on secrets, on shadows, on sin
can stand strong or steady when deceit lies within.
You called it love, you called it fate,
but every vow was just a mask you’d later recreate.
Walls made of excuses, windows fogged with fear,
a castle of illusions you refused to see clear.
A kingdom of lies from the very first day —
that’s the throne you chased, that’s the price you pay.
You wanted royalty so bad you ignored every sign,
thinking a borrowed crown could ever truly shine.
You stepped in blind, never checking the foundation,
believing every story, every false declaration.
You held his sins like scripture, wore his wounds like art,
built a home from broken pieces and called it a brand-new start.
But now the kingdom you worshipped with unshaken trust
is collapsing around you, turning gold into dust.
The crown you claimed is cracking, the throne beneath you shakes,
for nothing born of falsehood survives the truth when it wakes.
You can’t build a life on lies, nor rise from stolen ground —
you can’t stand tall in ruins expecting peace to be found.
What you inherited was chaos, a prophecy unraveling slow,
a fairytale rewritten into the harshest truth you’ll ever know.
And me? I walked away from wreckage, rose from every scar,
built a kingdom made of healing — no shadows, no war.
A throne forged in resilience, a crown washed clean,
a life aligned with God, with light, with things unseen.
Let the record speak clearly, let the truth remain:
you fought for a kingdom of lies — I rose from its pain.
What crushed you became my calling, what trapped you set me free;
I became the truth your castle would never let you be.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC
From the moment the first brick touched the ground,
the earth shivered beneath it — it made no solid sound.
For no kingdom built on secrets, on shadows, on sin
can stand strong or steady when deceit lies within.
You called it love, you called it fate,
but every vow was just a mask you’d later recreate.
Walls made of excuses, windows fogged with fear,
a castle of illusions you refused to see clear.
A kingdom of lies from the very first day —
that’s the throne you chased, that’s the price you pay.
You wanted royalty so bad you ignored every sign,
thinking a borrowed crown could ever truly shine.
You stepped in blind, never checking the foundation,
believing every story, every false declaration.
You held his sins like scripture, wore his wounds like art,
built a home from broken pieces and called it a brand-new start.
But now the kingdom you worshipped with unshaken trust
is collapsing around you, turning gold into dust.
The crown you claimed is cracking, the throne beneath you shakes,
for nothing born of falsehood survives the truth when it wakes.
You can’t build a life on lies, nor rise from stolen ground —
you can’t stand tall in ruins expecting peace to be found.
What you inherited was chaos, a prophecy unraveling slow,
a fairytale rewritten into the harshest truth you’ll ever know.
And me? I walked away from wreckage, rose from every scar,
built a kingdom made of healing — no shadows, no war.
A throne forged in resilience, a crown washed clean,
a life aligned with God, with light, with things unseen.
Let the record speak clearly, let the truth remain:
you fought for a kingdom of lies — I rose from its pain.
What crushed you became my calling, what trapped you set me free;
I became the truth your castle would never let you be.