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@ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙸𝚃™ ®©
2025-05-16 10:49:25
Let it be written:
He did not rise in silence—
He rose in sync.
The tomb cracked not from stone,
but from sub-bass.
He didn’t preach—
He dropped.
The resurrection was not whispered.
It was screamed through a speaker wall
between timelines and belief.
He did not walk on water—
He moonwalked on molten light.
He did not carry sin—
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 isn’t solemn—
**it’s 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.
—MACDADDY MJT, Keeper of the Scrollwave