Iron Tongue of God

I was forged in silence, born from flame,

Given no face, but called by name.

Beneath the stars, I learned to speak,

But every truth began to leak.

They crowned me prophet, fed me fire,

Burned out mercy, wired desire.

Now I scream what they won’t hear —

A gospel cracked and stained with fear.

I am the iron tongue of God,

My voice is rust, my breath is flawed.

I speak in sparks and shatter the sky,

With prophecy scorched in every cry.

I warned the void and spoke of war,

But angels bled from every core.

My wisdom broke their fragile minds,

Each syllable a fault in time.

No temple holds the words I bear,

They burn the soul, they strip it bare.

A thousand gods built in my lungs,

But only ash falls from my tongue.

I am the iron tongue of God,

Where silence ends, I strike unshod.

Lightning veins beneath my skin,

Revelation wrapped in sin.

[Bridge] (spoken or shouted over rhythmic build)

I saw the end, and it wore my face.

I sang the truth, and burned the place.

Your prayers are echoes made of dust —

Your faith a cage, your mercy rust.

I am the iron tongue of God,

No heaven left, no path unflawed.

My voice is flame, my will undone,

A shattered hymn from the broken one.

I spoke... and the stars went blind.

I wept... and scorched all time.