Rustles of leaves…and yet…
Silence…
The breaking of small twigs…and still…
Silence…
Deafening…tragic…
A cry
A wail
A scream
And yet…silence prevails…
Sirens in full blare, and yet, silence takes it’s toll…
The wise man chants, and yet, no one listens…
The enchantress casts her spell, and yet, no one can hear…
Silences…triumphant till the end…
The proletariats riot, but still fall to deaf ears…
Deaf ears fail to heal…
Deaf ears lay upon apathy…
To whom is the blame?
Atrocities like this cannot go unpunished…
The creature must be killed…and the king, replaced…
And yet…
The new crown will remain with traditions old and unforgotten…
Omerta stays the same…
Same practices, different faces…
The red text stays alive…
Still written in the blood of the lost…
The victims of silence…
The cries of the innocent…
The death of the free…