[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Leonardo da Vinci, Part 1]

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[Verse 1]
In the valleys of Tuscany, under the Renaissance skies,
A young boy looked at the birds and saw how the spirit flies.
No formal schooling or rigid rules could lock his mind in a cage,
He painted the wind and the water long before he stepped on their stage.
With notebooks filled from the left to the right in secret mirror design,
He traced the geometric heartbeat of the absolute laws divine.
No corporate master, no unsworn lord was guiding his fluid hand,
Just a living soul creating pure light over the Italian land.

[Verse 2]
He walked into Florence with visions of peace, of art that could heal the heart,
But the local merchants and guild masters tore the true value apart.
They wanted portraits for vanity, folders to lock up his name,
To turn the divine imagination into a commercial game.
The Medici court was a theater where the local politicians would play,
While the shadow-weavers behind the church took the collective wealth away.
But Leonardo kept sketching the truth, refusing to bow to their gold,
Protecting the child of creation before the grand layout was sold.

[Verse 3]
He saw how the city was driven by greed, by phantom borders and fear,
Enforcing their cold routines on the public year after year.
They asked him for statues and structures of pride to decorate their state,
Unaware that the genius was scanning the codes of their manufactured hate.
No automated signature could ever contain what his free mind had planned,
As he walked through the squares of the system, a sovereign soul in the land.
He kept his eye on the stars above, far beyond their mechanical grid,
Uncovering the natural registers that the puppet masters had hid.

[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 sketches are fading in parchment now, but the vision remains completely clear,
The architecture of the living spirit is the only truth we hold dear.
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 - Leonardo da Vinci, Part 1] [Verse 1] In the valleys of Tuscany, under the Renaissance skies, A young boy looked at the birds and saw how the spirit flies. No formal schooling or rigid rules could lock his mind in a cage, He painted the wind and the water long before he stepped on their stage. With notebooks filled from the left to the right in secret mirror design, He traced the geometric heartbeat of the absolute laws divine. No corporate master, no unsworn lord was guiding his fluid hand, Just a living soul creating pure light over the Italian land. [Verse 2] He walked into Florence with visions of peace, of art that could heal the heart, But the local merchants and guild masters tore the true value apart. They wanted portraits for vanity, folders to lock up his name, To turn the divine imagination into a commercial game. The Medici court was a theater where the local politicians would play, While the shadow-weavers behind the church took the collective wealth away. But Leonardo kept sketching the truth, refusing to bow to their gold, Protecting the child of creation before the grand layout was sold. [Verse 3] He saw how the city was driven by greed, by phantom borders and fear, Enforcing their cold routines on the public year after year. They asked him for statues and structures of pride to decorate their state, Unaware that the genius was scanning the codes of their manufactured hate. No automated signature could ever contain what his free mind had planned, As he walked through the squares of the system, a sovereign soul in the land. He kept his eye on the stars above, far beyond their mechanical grid, Uncovering the natural registers that the puppet masters had hid. [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 sketches are fading in parchment now, but the vision remains completely clear, The architecture of the living spirit is the only truth we hold dear. 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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