Trenching

No flags. No drums. No warning. Just breath under cloth. We dug under their boots. Quiet. Slow. Deep. Hands full of stone cuts. No time for sleep. Their machines crawl over us, fat with spice and pride. We count every step from the dirt underside. Harkonnen patrols walk blind through the heat. They don’t hear the knives. They don’t hear our teeth. One blink from Muad’Dib. One hand in the air. Then the whole damn ground starts breathing despair. Hold your breath! Kill the light! Wait for the sign! Wait for the night! Trenching! Under their feet! Trenching! Where the dead roots meet! Trenching! No mercy from below! Muad’Dib calls... and the buried teeth show! Stay down! Stay still! Knife out! Blood will! We learned from the stillness. We learned from the dead. Drink every whisper. Keep rage in the head. The Duke got murdered. The banners got torn. But out in the deep dark, a storm was born. Spice crews screaming. Tracks split wide. Harvesters sinking with no place to hide. Their scanners go useless. Their radios cough. We cut the last wire and pull the mask off. Hold your breath! Kill the light! Wait for the sign! Now take the night! Trenching! Under their feet! Trenching! Where the dead roots meet! Trenching! No mercy from below! Muad’Dib calls... and the buried teeth show! They brought chains. We brought silence. They brought guns. We brought patience. They bought the throne. We bought the grave. One breath. One blade. One debt repaid. The desert does not forgive. Cut the tracks! Drop the walls! Bury the tanks! Answer the call! Muad’Dib has risen! Trenching! Under their feet! Trenching! Where the dead roots meet! Trenching! No mercy from below! Muad’Dib calls... and the buried teeth show! Trenching! Make the empire kneel! Trenching! Let the false men feel! Trenching! Every debt comes due! The hawk is dead... but the desert came through! No flags. No graves. Just silence again. Muad’Dib!