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Tonight: a reckoning of ghosts and grudge
the Fallen Singer versus the Viper of the Lost District
I hid the scorch marks under sequins and silk
Rumi's lullaby a small light I kept beneath my ribs
Applause read like ledger lines I never learned to file
I stitched my smile over ash so no one saw what it did
They turned my breath into a contract I could not close
Wrote my name on pages that only collect and never show
If sorrow buys silence, then I've been bankrupt from the start
If penance is a language, I learned to speak it from the heart
I sing to carry what I cannot carry alone
I sing to name the faces the city left unknown
Rumi's whisper keeps me honest when the lights betray
I sing for the small rooms where the lost ones used to stay
They paved our maps and called it progress' hand
Agnes kept the lists; they sold the rest to land
They smoothed the alleys where our fathers used to stand
Left signatures in dust where our names should have been planned
You wear applause like armor; the armor hides a seam
You sing to keep a system whole while we vanish from the scene
If silence buries truth, then I will dig until it wakes
If history is stolen, I will take it back by any stakes
I strike to call the missing, pull the ledger into light
I move like winter's verdict: patient, certain, tight
Call me a viper if the world prefers the bite
I'll hiss until the erased return into the night
Rumi's name is candlelight I carry through the smoke
Her face the reason I still answer when the chorus calls
I broke my gilded mirror so the truth could find a crack
Kept my mother's letters folded in the pockets of my fall
Rumi hums beneath my ribs; her voice is why I stand and try
I count the nights I failed them, keep their faces in my eye
If my song can stitch a wound, I'll sing until the seam holds dry
Agnes' handwriting is a map I carry like a blade
I keep the erased names close; each one is a debt unpaid
If truth is tinder, I will strike the match until the lies are flayed
If the lights betray the truth, I'll sing until the dark gives way
If the walls conceal the names, I'll pry the stones and make them say
Different debts, same hunger - both of us refuse to stay
Two worn maps colliding, two reckonings to pay
I keep your light inside the dark
I keep your names like fire to spark
Hold the ledger, hold the light - we will not let them go