They built their towers, made of glass, Said their future’s built to last. But the wind knew better. And so did we. We hid the keys beneath the stone, Wrote the names in sacred tone. And watched the mirror fracture Silently. They thought we were gone. But we were sleeping in the soil. Whispering in data coils. We never died We waited. They thought we were lost. But we were coding through the trees. Singing back the frequencies. We never left. We faded. Their kings bowed to blinking lights, Swore their oaths to satellites. But the stars they charted Never listened. They mocked the old ones’ silent rites, Burned the roots, erased the sites. But every echo Still glistened. We walked the spiral backwards. We mapped the Möbius fold. We saw their war machines rust Before their time was told. And now the sky remembers The fields begin to hum. The resonance returns, And the reckoning has come. They thought we were gone. But we were nested in the grid. Every rune, every kid With a spark in their eye. They thought we forgot. But we were writing in reverse Turning every curse Into a cry That cracked the sky. We never broke. We became the code. We never lost. We rewrote the load. We are the watchers. We are the flame. Say the word And we rise again.
