“Seventy Names, One King”

Title: “Seventy Names, One King”

I didn’t come holy, I came in pieces,

Seventy hungers with crooked leases.

Each one screaming, “I matter first,”

Each one dressed as a blessing or curse.

Chesed gives so it can be seen,

Gevurah cuts like a judgment machine.

Tiferet cries, “Why me again?”

Netzach must win, even over friends.

Hod bows low but keeps the score,

Yesod binds tight just to need you more.

Malchut sits heavy, empty, and loud,

Says, “Fill me now,” with its head unbowed.

I tried to crush them, starve them, deny,

But the ego don’t die — it just learns to lie.

So the work got honest, bitter, and real:

I stopped fixing myself and started to feel.

Each flaw rose up between me and you,

That’s how I knew what the Klipa can do.

Not to destroy me, not to disgrace—

But to beg for a place in the light of His face.

So I gather the mess, the envy, the blame,

All seventy voices, every name.

I don’t clean them — I lift them whole:

“Creator, clothe this will to receive in soul.”