INTRO (DRY) Yeah. All of ‘em. (COLD, DISMISSIVE) Geese real loud, still light to me Whole flock hissin’, none bite to me All that noise, no weight behind it I stay still — they circlin’ me Geese real loud, movin’ frantic I don’t flinch, that’s automatic I don’t rush, I don’t panic They perform — I’m static. !! (SLICK, TAUNTING) Look— Whole group loud, still scattered All that hissin’, what it matter? One stare shut the chatter Same threat, just multiplied actors Wings out, necks stiff, all bluff They hype each other up, that’s cute stuff I don’t step back, don’t adjust They cross lines ‘cause they nervous as— (Long pause) I ain’t say much Didn’t need to Energy check They already see you PRE-HOOK (LOW, MOCK) Yeah Why you grouped up? Why you tense? If it was real You’d move different (VARIATION) Geese real loud, still light to me Whole flock talkin’, none frighten me All that motion, no authority I don’t act — they react to me They hiss first, I don’t reply I don’t bark, I don’t try I don’t sell fear, I don’t lie I stand still — watch ‘em spiral Necks up, eyes wide, overdo it Too much show when you insecure I don’t need numbers for assurance Still they circle like it’s courage Step once— They all freeze That’s hierarchy They can feel it before they see OUTRO (SHORT, FINAL) Yeah. STILL!! Feathers tear the wind, wings scream panic, the air smells like iron. I stand still. Bone meets fist. Wing snaps. Silence falls faster than they do. Hyenas on the ridge— cold eyes, steady hands. One shot, no echo. Nothing flies. No chants. No mercy. No sky left to hide in. They thought numbers were power. They thought height was safety. I turn the heavens into ground. Metal roars—not loud, heavy. The kind that presses on the chest, the kind that doesn’t ask for permission. When it ends, there is no victory cry. Only feathers drifting through a quiet that knows who owns it. (Long pause) The only goose I won’t cook is the ‘96, Sound like a book when it open, spine cracked, pages hiss. I pause mid-thought, breath stuck in my ribs, Mind start drifting like it wanna shed skin. I need help—yeah I said it, no shame in the grit, I’m scared I’ll lose me, not die, worse than that shit. Worse if the voice go quiet, stop pulling me back, Worse if I smile it off and let the dark pack. I been holding the line with a jaw full of iron, But pressure don’t ask if your soul still firing. I don’t fold, I calcify, turn pain into armor, But armor get heavy when you marching alone, sir. Silence got teeth, it keep gnawing my name, I stare at the void like “don’t blink, don’t change.” If I fall, let it be with my spine still straight, Not numb, not hollow, not sealed in a fake. If I lose myself, let it burn with aura, Not a quiet fade, not a begged-for order. I won’t vanish soft, I won’t beg for mercy, If I break, I break loud—make the dark respect me. If I lose that help, let the fire stay honest, No mask, no peace, just truth

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