Becoming Anthemoessa

Boots on ground
Coming closer
Closer
Do you hear them stomping?
Silence

The boots are high-heeled
Crimson lipped
Smiling so sweet
While stripping you of liberty
Silence

Their voices are music
Silence
Sounding like freedom
Silence
But do you hear
Silence
The bloodcurdling
Silence
Tortured screams
Silence
Their lullabies are covering?
Silence

Boots on ground
Hypnotic perfumes
You won’t hear them coming
Closer, closer

Promising acceptance
If you’ll only
Sell your soul
For government’s gold

They’ll tell you all
You wish to hear
All the while, secretly reviving
Your deepest childhood fears.

They’ll operate in silence
Cover your mouth
Frame you, charge you
For their own brutal
Violence.

There is yet time
Join the Resistance
Battle the lethargic lies
Or remain
Forever
Silenced.

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