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KENNETH COPELAND VIBES

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KENNETH COPELAND VIBES

Verse 1

He steps onto the altar with a grin too wide,

Sweat shining like poison on his trembling hide.

Says the Spirit’s in his veins, but the room feels wrong,

Like a serpent learned to speak in a Sunday song.

Pre‑Chorus

His pupils crack like lightning in a midnight sky,

And every soul in the pews feels the urge to fly.

Chorus

he's got Kenneth Copeland vibes, ,

And a voice that splits the air.

Every “hallelujah”

Feels like a whispered snare.

He’s a preacher born of shadows,

With a smile carved in lies —

And the devil in the rafters

Wakes when he opens his eyes.

Verse 2

He shouts about salvation with a trembling roar,

But the faithful feel colder than they did before.

He says he’ll cast out demons with a holy flame,

But the demon in his chest answers to no name.

Pre‑Chorus

His hands shake like thunder when he lifts them high,

And the candles flicker out though there’s no wind inside.

Chorus

He’s got Kenneth Copeland vibes.

And a voice that splits the air.

Every “hallelujah”

Feels like a whispered snare.

He’s a preacher born of shadows,

With a smile carved in lies —

And the devil in the rafters

Wakes when he opens his eyes.

Interlude

“Brothers and sisters,

Open your wallets—

I mean, your hearts—

For the Lord has informed me

That He accepts

Cash, coins, credit,

And whatever’s in your left pocket

Right now.

Don’t look at me like that.

The Spirit is moving.

It’s moving toward your purse.

Can I get an amen?

…No?

Fine.

I’ll amen myself.

AMEN!

Now pass the plate—

No, not that plate,

The big one.

The one that screams

When you touch it.”

Bridge

He speaks in tongues that scrape the walls,

A language older than the fall.

The choir drops their notes in fear,

As something ancient draws near.

Final Chorus

He’s got eyes like burning oil,

And the truth begins to rot.

Every blessing that he offers

Is a curse you never caught.

He’s a preacher forged in darkness,

Where the wicked spirit thrives —

And the devil in the rafters

Laughs when he opens his eyes.

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