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Caeli August returns with “I Was Sent,” a darkly poetic Afrotrap-R&B fusion produced by NuVox and written by Aime Pandi Bapaga. What begins as a mission of betrayal unravels into a quiet confession — a war between duty and love, control and surrender. Lush piano chords, ghostly harmonies, and gentle Afrotrap percussion wrap around Caeli’s intimate vocal delivery in this haunting dream of a song.

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Title: I Was Sent
Lyrics: Aime Pandi Bapaga

I wasn’t meant to feel this much —
Just meant to touch, then go.
Trace the fracture in your dreams,
Turn your fire down low.
They told me you would rise,
Your name lit up the skies.
So I learned your favorite songs
And slipped beneath your lies.

You laughed like a man who didn’t know
He was dancing on borrowed time.
I was trained to bend your will…
But now I’m swallowing mine.

I was sent to steal your crown,
To slow your future down.
One kiss was just the spark —
Then vanish in the dark.
But I stayed…
You made me stay.
Now I’m torn between the silence
And the words I couldn’t say.

You speak like faith still breathes,
Like love’s too deep to fake.
But baby, if I told the truth…
Would you think my heart’s a snake?
They showed me all you’d build,
The weight your hands would hold.
So I danced into your dream
To blur your road to gold.

Every touch was meant to stall,
A pause before the fall.
But now I lie awake at night
Praying you won’t change at all…

I was sent to steal your light,
But you shine too deep, too right.
I was meant to shape your fate…
Now I’m showing up too late.
I stayed…
You made me stay.
Now I’m caught between the silence
And the price I have to pay.

You were meant to change the world…
So they feared you in the now.
But love don’t follow orders —
It rewrites the why and how.
If I vanish come the morning,
Let this be the line I meant:
I never came to break you…
But still —
I was sent.

I was sent…
But I stayed…
And I loved you anyway.

I Was Sent - (Vol. 1)

The Psyche's Jazz Club uses a smoky dive bar as a metaphor for the human mind, where different aspects of our psychology are musicians jamming together. Drawing on Jungian psychology, the poem presents inner archetypes - the Shadow, anima, wise old man, and hero - as performers in this mental venue.
The central idea is that our psyche operates like improvisational jazz. Each psychological element contributes its own voice: the Shadow plays saxophone, the anima sings, dreams sneak in, and synchronicity provides rhythm. Rather than fighting these different parts of ourselves, the poem suggests embracing this "inner cacophony" and playing our authentic part in the cosmic band of existence.
The poem argues that meaning comes through accepting both harmony and discord within ourselves - finding rhythm in chaos and discovering that our messy inner lives are part of a larger universal pattern.


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