V: Silence


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I can feel the Silence, the Silence from a distance,

The sound of a word misunderstood and

Never to be read again.

The sound of words without pages, dancing

In freedom, liberty and freedom underground;

It’s calming and pure and gracious

Down in the dryness of nature inhaling

Deeply the unfiltered air of dirt and shelter.

The sound of a storm that will never cease and

The Silence that accompanies it, so

Devoted to the cause and the law and the law and the Lawless.

The sound of the hammer crashing down

And breaking the ruins of heroism, forging

Blades to cut through crime and whatever is

Left for the heroes to fend off in Silence.

The sound of a merciless army stuck in

Rewind and time immemorial forgetting it

Ever even existed to begin with, when the

Law the law the law the law the furious law struck first.

The sound of a failed experiment, the

Blood of a thousand warriors seeping out

Into the streets, into the churches, into the

Monuments that they once tried to

Tear from their high seats,

The plans of science they tried to stop.

In plain sight to the eyes of a stranger rests a

Bloody mess seeking redemption

And finding only oblivion, somewhere

Between heaven and hell, but not

Purgatory or perdition or the underworld,

Somewhere else where the heroes

Are renowned, respected, and loved

For their sacrifices to the Silence.

To the Silence…

To the Silence…

A tear is nothing to a knight in armor,

A man a hero a Lawless man,

But to a simple man, a tear is known

For supporting and appreciating the

Silence

Of millions of dead Lawless fighters on the

Eve of their birthdays, of their wives’ and

Husbands’ birthdays when their families

Would have loved to have seen them,

The last time they would have seen them

Without having Fury Fury Fury Fury but now

Silence

For the billions left to suffer in a world

Without sacrifice, without rebellion or

Death or death or death or Lawless men and only

Silence

For the billions left to suffer in undeath,

Brought into law and supported by law

And still a law and forever a law

While no one’s there to say a word except

To plead for Mercy, for Mercy, for Mercy,

Silence

To the trillions of bodies sunken in the soil

Seeking solace among each other

Over time, over all the time of the world

Left to rot and sink further down to the core in

Silence

And the next billion birthed and stuck in

Endless cycles, endless immortalities, and

Having no choice but to take the injection and to

Cry for days through unimaginable pain, and

Unimaginable consequences from living without

An expiration date, a death notice, an obituary, or a choice

Silence

And the candle-light flickers still for the dead ones,

But shrouds and lathers itself in dirt and soil and

Buries the remainder of its flame, delivering it to

The earth it once loved and still loves today,

It makes itself nice and cozy among the chaos

And closes its eyes while dreaming of eternal

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

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