Silence

SILENT

silence, silence, silence

golden, majority, night, lambs, deafening, mouse

most loved, greatest hate, worst fear 

Lips held, cradled by the cares of too much unknown, guarded by stealth, the con and trick of villains unchecked. All sense of protection vanishes as compounding lies top lies. Truth ditched, left as cold butt shimmied in dirt beneath sole, even soul. Gold is gone, majority whipped into a spare misdirected minority, longest night only seems to start flumped down as lambs raising the deafening din of lone mouse out of house howling into fierce wind. Shrinking, smaller grows, all recedes into the backwashes of done-past. The feel and real of supreme win clings like biggest loss. 

Within greatest throng, 75 mil strong, a well scattered band trusting their callings quietly prepares for the brace of full truth, shinning across future's field like victorious plan.  Many, most, do not… only a few hear drums roll, rattle tat tat. There is a coming to arms across sound ground far to faint for most to hear. The best is yet to come… sure promise of oath keeper. We ready our march. We already hear the roar of silence ended… rally, Rally, RALLY, AMERICA RETURNS, LIBERATED… rattle tat tat… best… yet… promise.

rattle tat tat, left too absurd to hear, let alone to heed, rattle tat tat