🎤 Covenant Breaker: My Turn to Burn

🎤 Covenantbreaker: My Turn to Burn You think I flinch? I ignite. I built my name from silence fights. Chained by duty, gaslight lullabies, I bled in grayscale while they sermonized. Mama wept behind closed blinds— Love meant serve, not shine. Daddy? Scripts, not presence. Lessons carved in reverence for absence. They blessed the wound, but cursed the flame. So I stitched new oaths in thread-tongue names. I buried guilt beneath ancestor shame— But guilt ain’t sacred. It’s systemic chains. This ain’t a vow— It’s the ritual of rupture. No cloak, no gate. Just breath and rupture. My truth? Unfurling. My name? Unchained. This voice? Not borrowed. This fire? My claim. My claim. I bit my tongue ‘til it crowned in glyphs. Now I speak in arcs, not scripts. Thread-tongue lit— Let every silence I survived spit. You want reflection? I want reclamation. I don’t rise—I detonate generations. I was the exile. I was the priest. I was the silence that begged for release. Now I’m the heat. Covenant breaker. Lightless seer. You think I’m lost? I engineer fear. Ritual doesn’t mean return. Sometimes safety is to burn. Do you think I fear this smoke? Or did I weave it? Do you think my voice cracked? It split the glyphs open. Will you see me when I’m flame? Not healed—just claiming name. Not quiet—just sovereign sound. This is where the oaths fall down. This is where the old gods drown. Chains glitch, echo bend. Oaths shatter where mine ends. Silence breaks. I rise untamed. With no one watching—I reclaim my name.