I am going to speak my way out of this:

First of all,
An Apology
As you scan the page, skimming through the Latin letters,
you may assume it is English that you are reading,
It is not...

And no, you have not
Suddenly acquired the European language  
You always knew in your heart you could speak  
-The one with a lilt of medieval flavour,
Soaked in blood and marred in the mystery of an ancient death ...
No;

Nor this a Divine realm you entering,
Enchanted into, through song, or hymn or poem...
Through the power of an ancient truth that speaks in tongues
No;
To the opposite, if you could see any opposites!

but i assure you:
As you read the words and letters of this  "typed -on -my iPhone" text,
You will start to erase them and then, replace them
With your own voice that utters...

And as you do so
They shall not make sense to you,
But they're all yours now
And that's all that matters...

Language is a bounty of colonial wars,  
Once the wise man said
And that's why maybe
You hear you voice rings in an un familiar tone;
Don't worry…
It's your own
You have made it!