Mute

Silent the protests, the crowd of one. Its noise penetrating every chamber, every room. Can you not see its disturbance?

Army of one, tell me why do you resist? Why do you persist? Why can't you stay quiet for a while?

The death penalty is a silly sort of thing. For one as immortal as yourself at least. But do bear in mind, we would live just as long.

I am the judge and my words are absolute.

A voiceless noiseless speechless soundless prison. Gagged, choked full of your former glory. Drown in the misery you bring.

Time stretched across your body, your torment prolonged, yourself exasperated.

You know as well as I it is for the greater good. Stay where you are. Stay, silent.