بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Refutation of billie and her 'crown':

crowns are meant for Queens, not for ones dying or drowning to be seen, not for ones craving common folk to bow at her feet, can't buy nobility or majesty, alas for the ones trapped in this life, longing for attention of mere mortals to prove her what she means.

the Crown of my Queen has no flaw, no seam, every other inch, adorned with diamonds and jewels, purely golden or silver, as my Rabb deems worthier in esteem, as the finer of His creation, just the iceberg's tip, when it comes to rewards and His gifts, only the beginning of what's to be found, when my journey finds its Ending...iA.

~~~

Corollary to 'when the party's over' by billie:

every chase has its scene, every artist their canvas, where would this nomad dream, were it not for your hand in all of this? He placed you at the edge of my vision, always what i'd sought, even before i knew how to imagine. all of this time, all of this waiting, it's the price i have to give, it's what i'm always paying, that i might find you as the cure, my Red Pill for the taking. once i breathe my last, from this life awaken, perhaps taste the fruit of longing, His gift for one who swallowed the pain of losing, more than heart and soul, a loss that felt like everything. when this life's party ends, when our drum rolls, when that angel comes, to take me from what i've known, then grows the seed He planted: hope, to quench ever being apart, ever being alone, so that when this chapter ends, there we find at last our Home.