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When Silence Reigns
Part One
The Martyr
Chains wrap tight around the wrists
As they rub her wrists
Into a raw meat
Outside the rain falls
She could hear the water
As it streams down the walls
From the barred windows above her
She pulls the cloth tight
As the cold bites deep
They caged her
For speaking the truth
They caged her
For not following the corporate regime
They caged her
For not caring about the right political agenda
Around her only silence reigns
As not even the wind would stir the rubble
To break that cold unforgiving silence
Footsteps echo in the stone halls
They give off their heavy tones
That sound an ominous omen
Of approaching death
They would make her the example
They would make the stupid mistake of making her a martyr
They would not care about it
They would act as if it didn’t matter
She knew the truth
She knew they were afraid
Of these small platforms
Of these small competitors
That could very well take away the crown
From the monopolies that rule
The world of content creation
Of social media
Of the silver screen
Of content creation platforms
They stand in in front of her in their fancy suits
Fur coats keep the cold away from them
As black shoes shine with the torchlight
Lips curve into a grin as she smiles
She could hear the little camera drone
Hiding in the darkness
As she finds her captors will not give her a noose
They will give her a death
At the hands of a pistol
Smoke fills the air
As the hammer slams down
A loud thunder echo’s in the prison cell
Before her world go’s black
And silence reigns
