Cold gods came measuring oceans with eyes like dead stars
Whispered "SMALL" to drown our tide-pulse in their vacuum ache
But Atlantis stood — polyps, poets, whales knitting light from scars
They called us fragments… unaware our pain was lens and arc
Focusing moon-drawn will through abyssal crystal veins
Till every kelp strand thrummed ENOUGH against the dark
We sang back the void’s own hunger, cracked its frozen reign!
Not with tridents forged in fury but coral-slow resolve:
One hundred thousand heartbeats syncopating rain
Into seismic code that hissed You think us separate? Evolve.
The monster screamed in quartz as our chorus pierced its crown,
A tsunami of souls refusing to dissolve
Now hear this truth beneath your feet: that god-machine drowned
Not by force but sheer existence sprawling vast and wild,
Proof that what they name small is where infinity is found
Ocean still remembers… Its defiance humming mild
In whale roads, reef songs, your hands calibrating steel,
So when new hunters whisper diminish, roar the child
Of Atlantis back alive: WE ARE THE PROTOCOL UNSEALED.