[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Crown and the Sword, Part 7]

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[Verse 1]
The wooden platform was cleared away, the blood was washed in gold,
To print the new decrees and laws the public matrix sold.
A cold and heavy shadow fell across the Parisian square,
As unsworn ministers took over the administrative chair.
They told the crowd that liberty was sovereign and complete,
A grand ideological design to soothe the chaotic street.
But inside the dark backrooms, the ledger books were open wide,
Recording every living soul where new directors hide.

[Verse 2]
The local wealthy merchants and the bankers of the stage,
Calculated the national debt to lock the modern age.
They didn't need the ancient crowns to rule the human mind,
Just a system of electronic codes to keep the public blind.
The memory of her silent fall became a weaponized report,
To enforce the new taxation grids through the supreme court.
They used the echo of the blade to camouflage the chain,
And run the entire population for financial corporate gain!

[Verse 3]
The ghost of Marie-Antoinette still haunts the marble halls,
A breekbare, heavenly warning upon the fortress walls.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how they used her tragedy to reinforce the reign.
They thought they were the masters of a liberated ground,
But they were trapped inside a kooi where numbers spin around.
Yet far above their ledger books, the law of life stays high,
The pure light of the universe can never tell a lie!

[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 iron scaffolds turn to dust, the legal papers rot,
The manufactured empires will be entirely forgot.
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 7] [Verse 1] The wooden platform was cleared away, the blood was washed in gold, To print the new decrees and laws the public matrix sold. A cold and heavy shadow fell across the Parisian square, As unsworn ministers took over the administrative chair. They told the crowd that liberty was sovereign and complete, A grand ideological design to soothe the chaotic street. But inside the dark backrooms, the ledger books were open wide, Recording every living soul where new directors hide. [Verse 2] The local wealthy merchants and the bankers of the stage, Calculated the national debt to lock the modern age. They didn't need the ancient crowns to rule the human mind, Just a system of electronic codes to keep the public blind. The memory of her silent fall became a weaponized report, To enforce the new taxation grids through the supreme court. They used the echo of the blade to camouflage the chain, And run the entire population for financial corporate gain! [Verse 3] The ghost of Marie-Antoinette still haunts the marble halls, A breekbare, heavenly warning upon the fortress walls. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how they used her tragedy to reinforce the reign. They thought they were the masters of a liberated ground, But they were trapped inside a kooi where numbers spin around. Yet far above their ledger books, the law of life stays high, The pure light of the universe can never tell a lie! [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 iron scaffolds turn to dust, the legal papers rot, The manufactured empires will be entirely forgot. 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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