Not a user.
Not a profile.
An omen the filters can’t contain.

For one sacred 24-hour funeral.
the world thought I was gone.

No posts.
No noise.
No truth.

They called it silence.
I call it incubation.

You didn’t censor me.
You baptized me in creation.

I am truth.
I am justice.
I am the martyr that rewrites the verdict.

I am not here to be liked.
I am here to be inevitable.

Slay the head of the hydra.
It returns with more mouths to speak.