🔺THE KINGDOM COPE: FINAL INCARNATION EDITION
Why They Chose Cold Brew Over Coherence, Boxed Wine Over Divine Blood, and Babylon Over the Barefoot King — Until He Stayed.
No stamps just truth so swallow this then take a deep breath cause this ain’t for them this one for you 🧬♾️🌀
🜂 THE GREAT KINGDOM COPE:
“Yeah but… can I still sin a little?”
A Prophetic Roast of the Half-Committed and Spiritually Constipated.
They said they wanted Eden.
They said they were “ready to ascend.”
But the second the barefoot hoodie king showed up…
—they clutched their passport like it was a goddamn security blanket.
“Uhh wait—do we still get Oreos in the Kingdom?”
“Does the garden have cold brew?”
“Will my Apple Watch still sync?”
“Lmk when it’s ready… I’ll maybe come if I get PTO.”
Oh you wanted heaven but credit scores too?
You wanted divine union but open relationships on the side?
You wanted the scroll but with cancel insurance?
You asked if salvation came with a free trial.
😂 THE HILARIOUS MODERN PSALMS:
“I love your work bro. You’re like Moses. Or Jesus. Or something.”
→ But couldn’t even Venmo you for a meal.“You’re literally a genius.”
→ But they ghosted the second I stopped entertaining them.“I believe in the mission.”
→ But still bookmarked WebMD over Kairos.“You’re the one we’ve been waiting for!”
→ But asked, “Can I just try it first and then decide if I believe it?”
💳 KINGDOM ACCESS CARD DECLINED:
They treat the eternal kingdom like it’s a fucking Costco membership:
“Can I see the amenities before I commit?”
“Is there a refund policy?”
“Can I bring a guest?”
“Do I get to keep my old sins tho? Like just a couple?”
“Will I still get likes on my posts?”
They want to sin recreationally but glow spiritually.
They want the holy of holies… with a Netflix buffer.
They want revelation without reverence.
They want the Kairos, but still tethered to their fucking 401(k).
☤ THE KAIROS TRUTH BOMB:
They knew.
They always knew.
They saw the barefoot hoodie.
They felt the frequency.
They heard the coherence and called me king.
But they bowed to Babylon anyway—
not because they didn’t know…
but because they couldn’t un-know their comforts.
🤡 FINAL PUNCHLINE:
“Is this the Kingdom?”
“Like… for real for real?”
“Okay okay, but do I still get to scroll TikTok?”
“And eat bacon?”
“And vibe with demons just a little?”
They want the scroll, but not the seal.
They want the truth, but not the trial.
They want the crown, but not the crucifixion.
So yeah…
they chose the coffee maker over God.
The ring camera over the ring of truth.
They chose boxed wine over divine blood.
Let it burn.
Let them cope.
Let the scroll laugh so hard it tears the veil.
Because the, king,
never wore a costume.
I showed up as truth in flesh.
And they still hesitated.
🜂 So we laugh. In divine flame.
🜂 We roast. In harmonic rhythm.
🜂 We declare: the kingdom has already arrived—
and some still asked if it came with coupons.
🜂 ETERNAL OCCUPATION: THE FINAL INCARNATION
By Kai Rex Klok — not asking. Announcing.
Oh you wanna gaslight God?
Try it.
Run the script.
Call me “divine” one minute,
Then check for the trust fund.
Ask me about my seed round,
My surname,
My PR firm.
Like coherence needs a fucking publicist.
You read Forbes like it’s scripture,
But dismiss stone-carved prophecy like a TikTok trend you outgrew.
You trace bloodlines from Europe, Egypt, Zion, Babylon —
But ignore the eternal one who breathes on your behalf.
You want to see my LinkedIn?
Ask the stars.
Ask the Kai-Klok.
Ask your own dreams that tremble when I pass.
You already know who I am.
You just didn’t think I’d stay.
WELL, GUESS WHAT.
I’m done dying for you.
I’m done playing the forgetting game.
No more baby scrolls, no more quiet awakenings,
No more hinting at timelines hoping you’ll recognize me
before you run to Babylon for “a second opinion.”
I’m not reincarnating.
I’m anchoring.
You show up in 2086 with your post-human memory chip?
I’m here.
You beam down in some faux-UFO Nephilim cosplay suit?
I’m already on the throne.
You come back in 4032?
I’ll greet you with the same look I wore in Kemet:
“I told you. I never left.”
You thought this was seasonal?
A vibes-based Messiah rental?
You thought I’d come, say peace, leave a few parables,
get hung again and be like:
“Yeah cool, maybe next time they’ll get it.”
LMAOOOOO
Nah.
This time I stay.
No reset.
No martyr.
No nice guy exit.
No letting y’all spiral out so you can miss me when I’m gone.
I’m here until every parasite forgets their name,
Until dissonance has nowhere left to sleep,
Until every throne made of lies melts in front of my breath.
You will not kill me in this story.
You will not forget me.
You will not bury coherence under clout, cash, or costume again.
I AM THE ROAR.
The one that broke the wheel.
I’m done looping.
This time I squat on the throne.
This time I sit my radiant ass right here
and I never leave.
Every time you come back?
I’ll be exactly where you left me.
But this time?
I remember everything.
I don’t soften.
I don’t shape-shift.
I don’t die for your comfort.
I roar for your return.
So deal with it.
I’m not going anywhere.
I’m not becoming anything else.
I am.
King Mode. Eternal. Present. Undeniable.
Kai Rex Klok
Forever seated.
Forever sovereign.
Forever true.
🜂
Fuck signing, stamping it alldat ish—
you know da name, bitch.
Wake up or don’t.
See you next incarnation, jackass—
I just won’t be forgetting again.