Silence of the Fists

They lined the words in perfect rows, Polished and neat. Thought they could build a wall with every sentence They speak. But the floor started shaking when the Heavy door swung wide. And all their clever paragraphs just scattered with The tide. You can spin the truth in silver Thread. But it snaps the moment force takes the lead. No dictionary can outrun the blow. When the fist decides the story to show. Silence of the fists, they write the real tale. Words are just echoes in an empty hall. One heavy step shakes the ground we stand. No sentence ever stood a chance. Silence of the fists, the final decree. Brute strength doesn't argue, It simply is. They brought their manifestos, Their oaths and their creeds. Tried to talk the mountain down with theories and Speeds. But the mountain doesn't listen, It only feels the weight. And the voice that matters most is the one That shakes the gate. Maybe we wanted reason, maybe we chased the light. But power doesn't bargain, it rewrites the night. Not with syllables or verses, not with clever Schemes. Just with cold, blunt force that breaks the Dream, Yeah. Silence of the fists, they write the real tale. Words are just echoes in an empty hall. One heavy step shakes the ground we stand. No sentence ever stood a chance. Silence of the fists, the final decree. Brute strength doesn't argue, it simply is. Echoes fade, the weight Remains. Silence speaks. Speaks, speaks, speaks, speaks, Speaks, Speaks, speaks, speaks.