After The Six Minutes

They sold it like a postcard, eclipse of the century

Booked Luxor to the rafters for a six-minute curiosity

Gibraltar went black first, then the Nile held its breath

Mecca caught the shadow like a headline dressed as death

Phones went up like candles, everybody filmed the crown

Nobody filmed the second when the world came back wrong-side down

Twenty-three extra seconds longer than our lives should see

Longest night at noonday till two thousand one fourteen

Then the light returned on schedule

But the people didn’t

After the six minutes, the carnival packed up

The tourists flew home talking filters and luck

But the grid kept a stutter and the shelves kept a lean

And the Prince kept a pen where the covenant convenes

After the six minutes, it wasn’t just the sky

It was a world that remembered how easy noon can die

Get justified before the aftertaste sets in

Hear Romans one through four — that’s the line that still wins

They called it corona like the sun had grown a ring

Then they used the same word for a different kind of sting

Billionaires clapped politely when the wow went through the room

While the jabbed ones blinked twice and forgot the afternoon

AI learned the darkness faster than it learned the light

Fed the echo to the masses and called the static insight

Canada just got the nibble, Europe got the show

Africa wore the umbra like a brand they’ll never know

News said “once in a lifetime,” then cut back to the deal

Peace on a letterhead with a seven-year seal

Food still in the pictures, not always in the store

Power still in the outlets, not always in the war

After the six minutes, the carnival packed up

The tourists flew home talking filters and luck

But the grid kept a stutter and the shelves kept a lean

And the Prince kept a pen where the covenant convenes

After the six minutes, it wasn’t just the sky

It was a world that remembered how easy noon can die

Get justified before the aftertaste sets in

Hear Romans one through four — that’s the line that still wins

Cleverest trick of the age is a miracle with merch

A black sun you can monetize and a warning you can search

They’ll sell you the glasses and they’ll sell you the fear

They’ll sell you a peace plan with a mid-week smear

I wasted fifty years calling darkness a church

Now I watch the last week assemble and I don’t need a search

BeingJustified.com if you still want the map

Do three twenty-four through twenty-six — don’t nap through the trap

[Final Chorus]

After the six minutes, only two kinds of men

The ones who saw a light show and the ones who saw the end

Past, present, future sins washed in the blood

God makes a home in the hearers who do what they should

After August second, the sky looks the same

But the clock of the covenant is calling it by name

Get justified now — the after is the test

Only the written-in-the-Book ones rest