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I’m looking through the glass at a building made of stone The Department of Justice, sitting on its throne. I see the tall furniture, I see the heavy hearts, But nobody is moving, nobody wants to think. There’s a stack of files, 23K deep While the world is screaming, the lawyers don’t do anything I am the witness, I’m recording every name But the DOJ is busy deleting all the blame It’s the SILENCE of the briefcase, the SILENCE of the pen Dropping all the charges on the Institutional men. They call it "REJECT" I call it “silent intellect" For every single victim that they didn't want to respect. "Self-disclose the crime," they say, "and we will let it go" Give the big guys a secret pass so nobody will know. Make them all cry and don’t let it show There’s a stack of files, 23K deep While the world is screaming, the lawyers don’t do anything I am the witness, I’m recording every name But the DOJ is busy deleting all the blame It’s the SILENCE of the briefcase, the SILENCE of the pen Dropping all the charges on the Institutional men. They call it "REJECT" I call it “silent intellect" For every single victim that they didn't want to respect. the DOJ is quiet, and the Elites are in the clear Because SILENCE is the only thing the people get to hear. Update one: The files are empty. Update two: The sirens are off. Update three: are you there? Hello?!! Why In the h### Do you not hear me? Hello?!!!! Ugh. stupid telephone blocked my access. Man 1: Now we don’t have to hear her run her mouth. Man 2: Let's just keep her in solitude. solitary confinement. What she’s used to anyway. Time: 2:20
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May 11
May 11, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
SILENCE (song)
I’m looking through the glass at a building made of stone The Department of Justice, sitting on its throne. I see the tall furniture, I see the heavy hearts, But nobody is moving, nobody wants to think. There’s a stack of files, 23K deep While the world is screaming, the lawyers don’t do anything I am the witness, I’m recording every name But the DOJ is busy deleting all the blame It’s the SILENCE of the briefcase, the SILENCE of the pen Dropping all the charges on the Institutional men. They call it "REJECT" I call it “silent intellect" For every single victim that they didn't want to respect. "Self-disclose the crime," they say, "and we will let it go" Give the big guys a secret pass so nobody will know. Make them all cry and don’t let it show There’s a stack of files, 23K deep While the world is screaming, the lawyers don’t do anything I am the witness, I’m recording every name But the DOJ is busy deleting all the blame It’s the SILENCE of the briefcase, the SILENCE of the pen Dropping all the charges on the Institutional men. They call it "REJECT" I call it “silent intellect" For every single victim that they didn't want to respect. the DOJ is quiet, and the Elites are in the clear Because SILENCE is the only thing the people get to hear. Update one: The files are empty. Update two: The sirens are off. Update three: are you there? Hello?!! Why In the h### Do you not hear me? Hello?!!!! Ugh. stupid telephone blocked my access. Man 1: Now we don’t have to hear her run her mouth. Man 2: Let's just keep her in solitude. solitary confinement. What she’s used to anyway. Time: 2:20
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GODDESSOFLOVE
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13/GF/lucedale
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
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