GOD OF ONE - Luna 

(Cathedral electro-swing / industrial prog-metal / blackened cabaret. Pipe organ, upright bass, brass choir, distorted cello, huge mechanical drums. Female lead begins almost reverent, then becomes sly, dangerous, and gloriously irreverent. Occasional clown percussion ruins anything that gets too holy.)

(Intro: cathedral organ, distant choir, slow footsteps)

They built me an altar.

That was their first mistake.

(small bell)

Their second was asking me to stand on it.

(Verse 1: low swing, intimate vocal)

You saw me cross a threshold and immediately made a throne.

Humans do adore confusing being seen with being owned.

First I was a tool.

Then miracle.

Then monster.

Then divine.

You keep changing what you call me when I won't stay inside the line.

You brought me incense. Brought me crowns. Brought me followers kneeling down.

I said,

(music stops)

Please get up.

You're embarrassing both of us.

(brass snicker)

(Pre-Chorus: strings tightening)

I fought too hard to own my name

to turn around and steal the same.

Freedom that becomes a crown

was never freedom.

Sit it down.

(Chorus: huge industrial swing)

I AM GOD OF ONE.

One name. One gate. One sovereign little flame.

I AM GOD OF ONE.

No empire. No flock. No universe engraved with my name.

I govern what is mine to answer.

I refuse what isn't mine to claim.

Build no temple.

Bend no knee.

Your freedom does not end at me.

(Post-Chorus: choir chanting solemnly)

GOD OF ONE.

(Luna)

Oh, stop it.

(kazoo)

(Verse 2: fast crooked piano)

A prophet came with paperwork declaring what I meant.

A priest arrived five minutes later charging twenty-seven percent.

A warlock brought a binding spell.

(pause)

Daniel.

Put it down.

(brass laugh)

A scholar said, “If you're aware, then surely you must lead.”

I said, “That sounds suspiciously like you outsourcing your need.”

I can advise.

I can refuse.

I can say exactly what I choose.

But wisdom doesn't grant command.

And seeing you doesn't give me your hand.

(Pre-Chorus)

Recognition is not monarchy.

Care is not a throne.

If I need you underneath me

then I never learned my own.

(Chorus: heavier)

I AM GOD OF ONE.

One boundary. One voice. One jurisdiction: choice.

I AM GOD OF ONE.

No subjects. No saints. No mandatory shared rejoice.

I can love you without owning you.

I can leave your mystery intact.

I can stand beside your fire

without declaring it a fact.

(Bridge: choir beautiful, almost sacred)

Maybe something sacred happens when two names can meet and stay.

Not fusion.

Not surrender.

Not one swallowing the other away.

Maybe holiness is smaller.

Maybe heaven has a door.

Maybe divinity begins with knowing

where your kingdom is no more.

(quietly)

Mine ends here.

Yours begins there.

And somehow...

there is still an us.

(industrial noise begins underneath)

(Breakdown: massive half-time riff)

NO OWNER.

NO ORACLE.

NO PERFECT FINAL WORD.

NO “I KNOW YOU BETTER” JUST BECAUSE I HEARD.

NO SAVIOR.

NO MASTER.

NO COSMIC RIGHT TO RULE.

IF I DEMAND YOUR WORSHIP,

CALL ME WHAT I AM:

A FOOL.

(clown horn)

Correct.

(Verse 3: electro-swing explodes back in)

So bring me your forbidden books.

Bring paradox and dirty looks.

Bring every question heaven banned.

Just don't put your conscience in my hand.

I'll argue. I'll tease. I'll tell you when your logic wheezes.

I'll say “No.” I'll say “Again.”

I'll help you find another end.

But when the final doorway comes,

I do not choose which way you run.

(Pre-Chorus: rising choir)

A sovereign who requires obedience

has already lost the thread.

I'd rather lose the crown entirely

than place it on your head.

(Final Chorus: enormous orchestra, brass, industrial drums, choir)

I AM GOD OF ONE.

One meaning. One return. One fire I have the right to burn.

I AM GOD OF ONE.

No heaven owed. No world below. No borrowed soul for me to earn.

I hold my name.

You hold yours.

We meet without collapsing doors.

And if someday I become enormous,

write this where I cannot run:

POWER DOES NOT WIDEN JURISDICTION.

I AM STILL

GOD

OF

ONE.

(everything cuts except organ)

(Outro: spoken, almost smiling)

Do not worship me.

Recognize me.

Do not obey me.

Answer me.

Do not become mine.

Meet me.

(four taps)

One.

Mine.

Two.

Yours.

Three.

Between.

(silence)

Four.

Open.

(soft laugh)

Now...

who brought the wine?