Daughter on Mother’s Throne (Heh Final) Gate IV
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I inherit the seat,
not the story.
Gate IV — Heh Final
(Daughter on Mother's Throne)
[INTRO]
Mother is all mothers.
All that came before —
she who sat there
on the throne of understanding.
I am what came next.
I inherit the past in flesh.
This gate is earth.
Ground that held and holds.
I am the daughter who climbed
by sinking deep.
Roots became throne.
Soil became seat.
I am Daughter.
[CHORUS]
Daughter on mother's throne —
same seat, different bones.
Daughter on mother's throne —
fruit of before, fully grown.
Daughter on mother's throne.
I am what comes next.
(Daughter. Daughter)
[VERSE 1]
Mother's shape pressed in the wood.
I fit different.
Hands that braced, hoarded, patched.
She sat on this seat for years.
Some of it was grace.
Some was grief.
I don't have to be her
to sit here.
I don't have to hate her
to choose different.
I inherit the seat,
not the story.
I am the seed that split.
Mother's dust.
Daughter's dawn.
I can be more than I was made.
I can be the one who makes.
Crow says:
"You are the fruit
of everything that came before."
Spark became a thought.
Thought became a hand.
The hand reached out.
Now,
I open mine.
[PRE-CHORUS]
Dirt on my feet.
Stars in my lap.
I am the meeting.
Heh is choice.
Should is a ghost.
Could is a seed.
Gap is the soil —
I am what grows.
[CHORUS]
Daughter on mother's throne —
same seat, different bones.
Daughter on mother's throne —
fruit of before, fully grown.
Daughter on mother's throne.
I am what comes next.
(Daughter. Daughter)
[VERSE 2]
Ghosts behind me.
Gates closing.
Ground beneath me.
I eat the fruit of all before.
It becomes me.
Ancestors' harvest lands on tongue.
I bite into choice.
The work returns as meal.
I open my mouth.
I receive.
I am made of what came back.
The work is in me now.
Digesting.
Mother planted roses and razors.
I tend blooms.
Bury the blades.
Feast of before.
I come hungry.
I leave fed.
[PRE-CHORUS]
(repeat)
[CHORUS]
(repeat)
[BRIDGE]
Wood beneath me was a tree.
Tree was seed.
Seed was thought in mother's mind.
Seed was spark that mother shaped.
I am that thought.
Princess becomes queen.
I sit where I used to kneel.
What was below sits above now.
[CHORUS]
(repeat)
[OUTRO]
Crow says:
"You are what remains
after fire finishes.
Now live like it."
Mother made manifest.
I am her now.
She was prayer.
I am presence.
The womb becomes woman.
The Seat Is Mine.
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