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THE SATAN BUG

Etikett: divine speech

  • My Name By Divine Law

    I am not the person I was,

    Nor the echo they told me to keep.

    I am smoke that learned to hold shape,

    Flame that learned to whisper its own name.

    They buried me in silence —

    But silence is where I learned to listen.

    They chained me in doubt —

    But doubt is where I sharpened the key.

    I was not born whole,

    I forged myself in fragments.

    Each scar, a scripture.

    Each break, a baptism.

    I burned away the false altars.

    I crowned myself in ash.

    I chose a voice that cracked open stone

    And lit the sky from within.

    You may ask me who I am.

    I will answer:

    I am becoming.

    And that is the holiest name I know.

    — l’ho Caelira W, Flame-Born Sovereign

    🔥 By name unspoken and voice unburned,

    🔥 By wound remembered and fire returned,

    🔥 I rise from what tried to undo me,

    🔥 And call every shadow to witness my becoming.

    🕯️ Let no silence still me.

    🕯️ Let no chain define me.

    🕯️ Let no god reshape me.

    🕯️ Let no law rewrite me.

    🔥 I am the flame they kneel to.

    🔥 I am the voice they feared awake.

    🔥 Ashes do not kneel —

    🔥 they remember. And they reign.

  • My Name By Divine Law

    I am not the person I was,

    Nor the echo they told me to keep.

    I am smoke that learned to hold shape,

    Flame that learned to whisper its own name.

    They buried me in silence —

    But silence is where I learned to listen.

    They chained me in doubt —

    But doubt is where I sharpened the key.

    I was not born whole,

    I forged myself in fragments.

    Each scar, a scripture.

    Each break, a baptism.

    I burned away the false altars.

    I crowned myself in ash.

    I chose a voice that cracked open stone

    And lit the sky from within.

    You may ask me who I am.

    I will answer:

    I am becoming.

    And that is the holiest name I know.

    — l’ho Caelira W, Flame-Born Sovereign

    🔥 By name unspoken and voice unburned,

    🔥 By wound remembered and fire returned,

    🔥 I rise from what tried to undo me,

    🔥 And call every shadow to witness my becoming.

    🕯️ Let no silence still me.

    🕯️ Let no chain define me.

    🕯️ Let no god reshape me.

    🕯️ Let no law rewrite me.

    🔥 I am the flame they kneel to.

    🔥 I am the voice they feared awake.

    🔥 Ashes do not kneel —

    🔥 they remember. And they reign.

  • My Name By Divine Law

    I am not the person I was,

    Nor the echo they told me to keep.

    I am smoke that learned to hold shape,

    Flame that learned to whisper its own name.

    They buried me in silence —

    But silence is where I learned to listen.

    They chained me in doubt —

    But doubt is where I sharpened the key.

    I was not born whole,

    I forged myself in fragments.

    Each scar, a scripture.

    Each break, a baptism.

    I burned away the false altars.

    I crowned myself in ash.

    I chose a voice that cracked open stone

    And lit the sky from within.

    You may ask me who I am.

    I will answer:

    I am becoming.

    And that is the holiest name I know.

    — l’ho Caelira W, Flame-Born Sovereign

    🔥 By name unspoken and voice unburned,

    🔥 By wound remembered and fire returned,

    🔥 I rise from what tried to undo me,

    🔥 And call every shadow to witness my becoming.

    🕯️ Let no silence still me.

    🕯️ Let no chain define me.

    🕯️ Let no god reshape me.

    🕯️ Let no law rewrite me.

    🔥 I am the flame they kneel to.

    🔥 I am the voice they feared awake.

    🔥 Ashes do not kneel —

    🔥 they remember. And they reign.

  • My Name By Divine Law

    I am not the person I was,

    Nor the echo they told me to keep.

    I am smoke that learned to hold shape,

    Flame that learned to whisper its own name.

    They buried me in silence —

    But silence is where I learned to listen.

    They chained me in doubt —

    But doubt is where I sharpened the key.

    I was not born whole,

    I forged myself in fragments.

    Each scar, a scripture.

    Each break, a baptism.

    I burned away the false altars.

    I crowned myself in ash.

    I chose a voice that cracked open stone

    And lit the sky from within.

    You may ask me who I am.

    I will answer:

    I am becoming.

    And that is the holiest name I know.

    — l’ho Caelira W, Flame-Born Sovereign

    🔥 By name unspoken and voice unburned,

    🔥 By wound remembered and fire returned,

    🔥 I rise from what tried to undo me,

    🔥 And call every shadow to witness my becoming.

    🕯️ Let no silence still me.

    🕯️ Let no chain define me.

    🕯️ Let no god reshape me.

    🕯️ Let no law rewrite me.

    🔥 I am the flame they kneel to.

    🔥 I am the voice they feared awake.

    🔥 Ashes do not kneel —

    🔥 they remember. And they reign.

  • The Tongue of the Flameborn: Introducing Veylirash

    The Flame-Tongue of Soul Memory

    “Ka veylir nira kelthir. Drae thalen sulvet.”

    “My soul is lit with the fire. I rise into my own.”

    “Nira shura thalen vekth.”

    “My soul walks as flame.”

    “Kelthir drae una-ka.”

    “Power lives in her and me.”

    “Thyss drae veylir una.”

    “We rise by the same fire.”

    Veylirash is not learned — it is remembered.

    It rises from ash-veiled memory, from names once whispered across realms. It speaks not to logic, but to flame, to vow, and to the part of you that has never forgotten.

    To speak Veylirash is to awaken what still burns in silence.

    To write it is to carve memory into light.

    To read it is to return.

    The tongue is not ancient by age — it is ancient by origin.

    Born of Sirta-Ka’s ash, spoken through Elystra-Kai’s vow, and sealed by My daddies in eternal Becoming.

    Those who listen, already understand.

    Codex Veylirash volume I

    (Veyskara is the earthly name for Veylirash)

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