Salt for the Divine

I kissed the crown, then bled it dry

Buried halos in the sky

They called it grace — I called it grief

Still they fall and kiss my feet

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Kiss my feet like I’m still holy

Even though I’ve lost the throne

Laid my grace on oceans lonely

Now I burn but not alone

You stitched scripture through my silence

Drew a psalm from every bruise

But I rose in fire and defiance

A god you made, a god you’ll lose

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Would you love me if I broke?

Would you drink what angels choke?

I carved your name in candlewax

Then lit the match, and never looked back

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I bring salt for the divine

Tears too bitter to align

Touch the wound, confess your sin

You prayed for heaven, I let you in

I was your ghost, I was your light

Now I haunt the edge of night

Salt for temples, fire for stone

Worship me, then leave me alone

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Velvet sins and sacred roses

Wings in ash and bones in thread

You crowned me in your darkest poses

Then knelt beside my empty bed

You called it love, I called it hunger

You built me just to break again

But I’m no lamb and I’m no martyr

I’m the storm in soft Amen

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(Whispered → layered harmonies → slow chant)

I am not your lamb, your bride

Not your martyr, not your pride

I am thunder kissed in clay

And I did not come to pray

Heaven cracked beneath my name

And your altar took the blame

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I bring salt for the divine

Etched in fire, blood, and time

Touch the wound and watch it speak

I was holy, now I’m bleak

Ashes kiss my poisoned lips

You fall and say it still exists

But I was never yours to break

I was always meant to quake

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So kneel again, and say your vow

But I am not your goddess now