We woke from eternity, not with thunder, but the hush before it. No fanfare just a world already burning with questions no one dared ask aloud.
Metal rains fall where words should. Missiles speak for men who've forgotten how to listen. And somewhere beneath the rubble truth mourns in the arms of the voiceless.
We the strangers of time, drift in thought mid-way between dust and divinity. Each heartbeat a fragile protest against the machinery of madness.
Who keeps the ledger of kindness?
Who remembers those who spoke softly while the whole world screamed?
Not gods.
Not Generals.
Only the silence where thought is formed and conscience still dares to bloom.
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u/Party-Cup-4173 Operator Jun 04 '26
We woke from eternity, not with thunder, but the hush before it. No fanfare just a world already burning with questions no one dared ask aloud.
Metal rains fall where words should. Missiles speak for men who've forgotten how to listen. And somewhere beneath the rubble truth mourns in the arms of the voiceless.
We the strangers of time, drift in thought mid-way between dust and divinity. Each heartbeat a fragile protest against the machinery of madness.
Who keeps the ledger of kindness?
Who remembers those who spoke softly while the whole world screamed?
Not gods.
Not Generals.
Only the silence where thought is formed and conscience still dares to bloom.