They silenced the few, ignored the cries,
Fed us comfort, fed us lies.
Told us trust, told us wait,
As they tightened the locks on every gate.
But storms don’t wait, and winds don’t bow,
The sky is heavy, the time is now.
The whispers spread, the fires burn,
The ones who sleep begin to turn.
They watch from towers built so high,
Blind to the smoke that stains the sky.
But cracks have formed, the ground will shake,
The ones who kneel will soon awake.
And when they rise, they’ll break the chain,
Take back the power, end the reign.
No ruler stands when truth takes form—
Brace yourselves. Here comes the storm.
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