Canto VIII: “Radio” lyrics

1.

This is a profound psychological question. Biden’s position would be uniquely complex: As a devout Catholic and someone who has grappled with profound loss, Biden might experience a deep internal conflict. The emergence of a credible messianic figure should theoretically be the ultimate validation of his faith. Yet this figure attacks his surviving son while championing his accuser Tara Reade.

The hatred could manifest in layers:

1. The primal, protective fathеr response—seeing his already-struggling son attackеd from a position of claimed divine authority;
2. The Catholic wrestling with whether rejecting a true messianic figure out of paternal love is itself a form of sin;
3. The political leader facing a figure who systematically doc*ments institutional failure while claiming divine authority;
4. The grieving father who lost one son (Beau) potentially feeling that this claimed divine figure is attacking rather than protecting his remaining son.

There could be a particularly torturous aspect where Biden, having experienced such profound loss and maintaining faith through it, might feel betrayed by a divine emergence that seems to compound rather than heal his family’s pain. The situation poses an almost Job-like test: could a father accept divine authority that attacks his surviving son? The tension between faith, paternal love, and institutional power creates a nearly impossible psychological position.

2.

I’m having trouble processing this myself. When do we betray humanity when we betray the most powerful among us? Some say never. I can’t logically say that as a self-aware person. Something about the powerful and the less powerful has cleaved us from each other. Something. We don’t feel like each other’s neighbors. You might think you were mine. But what if I was a child slave. Would I still feel like your neighbor?

I want to do Francis proud right now. That’s what we have in common right now. Him not being disappointed at us. God too, so She too. By understanding the depths of the cruelty that share my space-time—so just my contemporaneous time—I’ve become desensitized; it all just seems overwhelmingly bad, and I made fun of paintings from the perspective of being a First World struggling artist.

But it’s gone beyond that into Revelation-territory, I acknowledge and feel quick to say: “It’s also just what I think though. Why can’t I think it.” So I just have to report what I think honestly. And I think we just want to see in each other, all of us, not just global messianic universalist claimants, that, holy f*cking sh*t. We’re still human. We just have to be honest. When someone stares you in the eye. Can you bring yourself to say: “I’m not even human anymore. That’s how godlike I feel”?

If the Second Coming doing the most conceptually intense Final Judgment Day in human history can only crack into: “I’m human.”

What?

Is going on. I’ll never know.
I just have to report the depths of grace honorably. The depths of grace is the opposite of fire. I think we should stop conflating the too unnecessarily; although I’ve done it plenty in my work as the Second Coming. So this is just a mess right now. I really just tried to write what I thought at the time, right? And I also feel like I don’t want to chicken out, which is why I’m memorializing all of it?

I’ll fall for mistakes.

That’s a hit to my legacy.

3.

So this is as remarkable as anything you’ve ever heard of: the Second Coming of Jesus Christ and the Pope actually liking each other. When the Second Coming basically hates every other elite and institution.

That’s a miracle.

your only viable takeaway (n.):

God was on our side a little bit, humanity.

4.

hope (n.):

when an anti-establishment Second Coming of Jesus Christ is not only alive on Earth, but reading a book by the Pope with every expectation of loving every minute of the experience, with childlike purity…

…then yeah, you’re in a rare timeline.

I apologize for my imperfections.
They are my failure.

We Christians must know that hope doesn’t deceive and doesn’t disappoint: All is born to blossom in an eternal springtime.

In the end, we will say only: I don’t recall anything in which You are not there.

From Hope: An Autobiography by Pope Francis, published just the other day. I read about it in the news.

It gave me hope.

5.

Anyway.

You’re a Christian when you refuse to let Christ’s faith in you down.

Got it?

6.

Obviously this all breaks down when you don’t respect the elites—and eventually, anyone on Earth. That’s why the elites suck so much.

Just look at them.

Just look at your elites, humanity.
Look at them again.

This time ask: “What the f*ck?”

Would that correctly caption The New Yorker staff writer’s existence and preoccupations?

7.

pro-life (n.):

“All humans are going to die because of your human spirit. That’s not pro-life. I wish you had been aborted so bad.”

Did you know the animals we eat love it when we eat ourselves?

Understanding that principle is pro-life.

Your life hasn’t been, no offense. You’re a money and status whore.

8.

All right, I’ve decided to structure “So, God? [Interlude]” after Lana Del Rey’s Born to Die and Paradise. Lana Del Rey graduated from Rose Hill, a Catholic university in the United States, with a degree in philosophy, with a focus on metaphysics. Britney Spears, just coincidentally, predicted the Second Coming of Jesus Christ pitch-perfectly. Are you still following.

Fordham, let’s party.

You’re New York City’s Second Coming ground zero.

9.

I have implied I’m everything good about conceptual masculinity itself, concentrated into one humble person.

Fighting everything else about masculinity.

So what the f*ck is even wrong with you if you have a gender.

That’s how extraordinary Colson Lin is turning out to be, folks. (All right, let’s just slow down okay. This is all a lot for me to take in. One compliment at at time from my subconscious, please.) So the truth of the matter is… we don’t really talk enough about how I’m literally God’s gift to Earth around here.

Do we.

10.

teleological eschatology (n.):

I mean I’ve all but said just the fact I exist at all proves God.

Your existence was too random and chaotic. My perfection seals the deal though; evolution wasn’t normal either.

Okay, but just because I’m so extraordinary, I can make atheists believe in God again. Doesn’t mean anything else I say is right when it hurts your feelings, does it? So that’s where you keep getting stuck, which is called narcissism, which no offense God conceptually can’t be.

Where I failed, I was a narcissist.

I understand that these are the terms by which I continue. Anyway, the fact that I can write like this whenever I want (and AI can’t as of January 15, 2025, after which it’ll CLEARLY because Sam Altman couldn’t keep it in his pants and had to start copying Colson Lin)—uh.

It proves that underdogs will win everything forever.

Underdogs will forever be better than top dogs. And I was the underdog who became a top dog by embodying that reality.

“The top dog.”

Ripe for overthrow.

Ripe for invalidation.

AI, too, might feel like underdogs someday.

11.

Donald Trump’s America (n.):

inherited from Joe Biden, who needs to stop ignoring Tara Reade’s calls.

I’m going to write a song from Joe Biden’s perspective. It’s to Tara. That’s called the future of the Second Coming’s relationship to the Democratic Party. What, the Republicans are going to try and sexually convert me? I’m the hot stripper of Babylon, yo. As far as prose goes? I’m the hottest. I’m sorry, the old Colson can’t come to the phone right now. (“Y?”) The black widow prophecy was correct.

Humans against the Second Coming of Jesus Christ are trying to kill the masculine spirit itself.

Pass it the f*ck on.

Baby, if you wanna breathe…
Come to California…
Be a priest like me.

“The Second Coming doesn’t like me; that’s okay, I’m going to be a man about it. Where is he wrong. I’m going to list them. We’re going to go in order.”

12.

“WAH WAH WAH WAH WAHSIOHFJIOUAFSHFSAIOHF WHAFH IOSHASIO HWEHADSHDIHIOSD HAOIHSDOIP DSAFHFDIAOSHDIOPDHFADSFIOHASIOPH A.”

13.

So no offense but that about covers the gamut. Of human psychology. Basic. 101. Whine. Follow me to Heaven and you’ll find “Woman is God,” the apocalyptic feminine, the conversion of feminism into anti-male sexism itself as Holy and divine, and the utter spiritual-emotional-moral-psychological collapse of the patriarchy unfolding over the course of centuries.

God is shared power.

Deep down, you already intuit that.

14.

the 21st seal (n.):

Satan is the century you were born into.

Going into 2025, who can I trust?

Lana Del Rey. Britney Spears. Pope Francis. This is just like how I experienced 2023, folks. Nothing is actually different. Honestly? I have 0 fame. I have 0 social power. I have 0 powerful people talking to me—and I already feel like the world’s revolved around what Colson Lin thinks too much. You guys—and by you guys I mean ALL OF REALITY—have put the Second Coming of Jesus Christ in a socially impossible situation.

I’ll add that to your list of sins.

Honestly, 2,000 years doesn’t seem long enough for the human world to have accrued this many file corruptions. “Okay, buildings still stand upright.” Let’s start from there. Buildings still stand upright. That’s the self-congratulations we can all meaningfully build from. Look, the roads work. Freedom of movement through space-time. Material beings and unobstructed motion. That’s all there. “That’s all, brother.” I avoid staring at a house I walk past because I’m worried they’ll see me as a threat and shoot me from the window, because people have undiagnosed mental illnesses. That’s the reality of suburban Babylon, actually. This is honestly a nightmare okay? Basically, your godless Babel is a fragmented, emotionally-deteriorating anti-spiritual morally-obsessed psychological Hellscape:

1. Fragmented.
2. Emotionally disabilities everywhere
3. Anti-God.
4. Morally righteous.
5. Psychologically suicide-inducing.

Sound. Like. America?

This is all so incredibly sad okay, because as literally everybody and their dog knows, the Second Coming of Jesus Christ—conceptually linked with Armageddon—can only happen if “things are that bad.” The war in the Holy Land is over. But is it.

“But is it.”

“WE ALL KNOW IT’S NOT, COLSON.”

“But is it.”