Turbulence

Green flag in the dirt. Black sky over Arrakeen. Engines choke on dust. Yeah... something’s wrong. Woke up to sirens. No sun. Just smoke. Thopters in the black, coughing like they’re broke. Boots on the landing pad. Blood on the ramp. Some kid with a rifle shaking under the lamp. Duke’s men don’t run. They just die standing. Nice words. Clean banners. Bad fucking landing. They sold us this rock like some holy prize. Now the hangar’s on fire and the comms all lie. Engines shake! Smoke in my teeth! Red lights blink! No room to breathe! Turbulence! We drop through the fire! Turbulence! Black hawk caught on a funeral wire! Turbulence! No crown. No mercy. No clean death. We ride this storm with a knife in our chest! Hold the line! Hold the line! Atreides don’t kneel! Somebody killed the lights. Somebody opened the gate. Somebody smiled too much. Yeah, I caught it too late. Harkonnen pigs in the dark, fat grin, cheap steel. But every dead Atreides leaves a mark they can feel. Shield belts flicker. Radios spit. One last order through the static and shit: save the bloodline. Burn the maps. If the palace goes under, make the bastards pay back. Engines shake! Smoke in my teeth! Red lights blink! No room to breathe! Turbulence! We drop through the fire! Turbulence! Black hawk caught on a funeral wire! Turbulence! No crown. No mercy. No clean death. We ride this storm with a knife in our chest! This ain’t defeat. Not yet. Not clean. Cut down the father, but the son still breathes. Hide the blade. Bury the sign. Every debt in blood gets paid in time. The desert remembers. Light the hangar! Kill the signal! Burn the orders! Save the heir! Atreides still breathes! Turbulence! We drop through the fire! Turbulence! Black hawk caught on a funeral wire! Turbulence! No crown. No mercy. No clean death. We ride this storm with a knife in our chest! Turbulence! Let the traitors hear! Turbulence! Turn their victory into fear! Turbulence! Black and green in the burning air! You killed the Duke... but the storm is still there! Arrakis took our blood. The sky took our names. But the hawk ain’t dead. Atreides!