[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Crown and the Sword, Part 5]

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[Verse 1]
They dragged her from the prison cell into their unsworn court,
To face the legal folders and the dark administrative report.
The Jacobins and judges sat in rows of manufactured rage,
To turn the broken queen into a picture on their page.
She held her head up high, beneath the shadow of the blade,
Refusing to confess to all the theater they had made.
She thought her royal honor was a shield against their text,
Unaware that the corporate machine had planned what was coming next.

[Verse 2]
The local wealthy merchants ran the printing press all night,
To make the ordinary public cheer to see the final fight.
They used her ancient title and her folders full of pride,
To camouflage the ledger lines where new directors hide.
Marie-Antoinette believed her silence was a sovereign force,
A secret shield of loyalty upon a desperate course.
She didn't see the layout of the calculated net,
That traded off her living soul to settle down their debt.

[Verse 3]
Deep in the cold and autumn days, the firewood was high,
They led her to the scaffold square beneath a heavy sky.
The executioner held up her crown into the roaring crowd,
To prove that the collective grid can break the ones who are proud.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how they used her execution just to grease the chain.
But even as her golden hair was falling in the dust,
The law of life remains divine, though all their structures rust!

[Chorus]
The puppet theater is truly closing now,
the curtain falls and they stand exposed,
No more strings and no more crowns,
We watch with our Hands raised high,
And see them standing in the full light...

And they never acted like that again??
and they never acted like that again.??

Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

[Outro]
The palace guards have fled away, the iron structures rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.
Or was it pride that made them fall??

My body is a temple, pure from the very start,
And no wooden master commands this living heart.
Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Crown and the Sword, Part 5] [Verse 1] They dragged her from the prison cell into their unsworn court, To face the legal folders and the dark administrative report. The Jacobins and judges sat in rows of manufactured rage, To turn the broken queen into a picture on their page. She held her head up high, beneath the shadow of the blade, Refusing to confess to all the theater they had made. She thought her royal honor was a shield against their text, Unaware that the corporate machine had planned what was coming next. [Verse 2] The local wealthy merchants ran the printing press all night, To make the ordinary public cheer to see the final fight. They used her ancient title and her folders full of pride, To camouflage the ledger lines where new directors hide. Marie-Antoinette believed her silence was a sovereign force, A secret shield of loyalty upon a desperate course. She didn't see the layout of the calculated net, That traded off her living soul to settle down their debt. [Verse 3] Deep in the cold and autumn days, the firewood was high, They led her to the scaffold square beneath a heavy sky. The executioner held up her crown into the roaring crowd, To prove that the collective grid can break the ones who are proud. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how they used her execution just to grease the chain. But even as her golden hair was falling in the dust, The law of life remains divine, though all their structures rust! [Chorus] The puppet theater is truly closing now, the curtain falls and they stand exposed, No more strings and no more crowns, We watch with our Hands raised high, And see them standing in the full light... And they never acted like that again?? and they never acted like that again.?? Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on .. [Outro] The palace guards have fled away, the iron structures rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. Or was it pride that made them fall?? My body is a temple, pure from the very start, And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..

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