Borrowed Rite

Icaro Loureiro

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They traced a path in candlelight
Pretend it's theirs, pretend it's right
But the soil remembers how I sang that night
I was the root, I was the rite

You stole the script from my mother's tongue
Now you hum it like a lullaby
You dressed it up in linen words
But I recall when they let me die

You brewed your peace from what I grew
Then wrote my name in someone new
What you call cure was once my cage
I paid the price, you claimed the sage

You sip what I was jailed for
Still warm
You chant what I was nailed for
A hymn reborn
You walk in shoes I carved from clay
But don't you dare forget my way

You wear my voice in second skin
But never knew the pain within
You sell my storms like scented rain
Then cleanse your hands, erase the stain
But I won't bow, I won't be named
I am the rite you never tamed

Your altar rests on broken ground
Where my wrists were tied and turned around
You cut the herb, but not the root
You sweetened what was once dispute

You dress your spells in gold and glass
But they were born from burning grass
You sell my breath in every jar
And tell the world it's who you are

You sip what I was jailed for
Still warm
You chant what I was nailed for
A hymn reborn
You walk in shoes I carved from clay
But don't you dare forget my way

You wear my voice in second skin
But never knew the pain within
You sell my storms like scented rain
Then cleanse your hands, erase the stain
But I won't bow, I won't be named
I am the rite you never tamed

I danced on soil before your map
I sang in smoke before your lab
I brewed with hands that bled and shook
You made a brand out of my book

You wear my voice in second skin
You wear, you wear
But never knew the pain within
You sell my storms like scented rain
You sell, you sell
Then cleanse your hands, erase the stain
But I won't bow, I won't be named
I am the rite you never tamed

You can light the candles
You can chant the names
But every spark you borrow
Carries my remains

Mine, mine, mine