[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Marianne, Part 2]

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[Verse 1]
She never walked a dusty road, she never shed a tear,
She had no human mother's love to soothe her winter fear.
Born out of the drafting rooms where cold committees meet,
A manufactured idol dressed to capture all the street.
Her family was the inner circle, keeping all the gold,
The unsworn lawyers of the state who wanted souls controlled.
They engineered her bloodline from the secret lodge design,
To place a false, plastic goddess on the sovereign public shrine!

[Verse 2]
Her circles were the bankers who would finance every war,
The shadow-weavers of the state behind the heavy door.
They didn't study in the light of absolute creation,
They only ran the ledger books to cage the living nation.
They read the ancient folders and they drew her with a smile,
A beautiful mechanical mask to cover up their guile.
She was a puppet from the start, a legal asset grand,
To sign the paperwork that stole the freedom of the land!

[Verse 3]
They told the public she was pure, a daughter of the soil,
To make the ordinary men accept the federal toil.
But she was trading with the kings under the table's shade,
To structure the collective web where taxes would be paid.
No automated signature could wash away the stain,
Of how they used a ghost of stone to hide the central chain.
But the independent children of the Creator see the play,
And throw the folders of her fake elite completely far away!

[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 lodges will collapse in dust, the false heroics fade,
The true and organic justice breaks their artificial shade.
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 - Marianne, Part 2] [Verse 1] She never walked a dusty road, she never shed a tear, She had no human mother's love to soothe her winter fear. Born out of the drafting rooms where cold committees meet, A manufactured idol dressed to capture all the street. Her family was the inner circle, keeping all the gold, The unsworn lawyers of the state who wanted souls controlled. They engineered her bloodline from the secret lodge design, To place a false, plastic goddess on the sovereign public shrine! [Verse 2] Her circles were the bankers who would finance every war, The shadow-weavers of the state behind the heavy door. They didn't study in the light of absolute creation, They only ran the ledger books to cage the living nation. They read the ancient folders and they drew her with a smile, A beautiful mechanical mask to cover up their guile. She was a puppet from the start, a legal asset grand, To sign the paperwork that stole the freedom of the land! [Verse 3] They told the public she was pure, a daughter of the soil, To make the ordinary men accept the federal toil. But she was trading with the kings under the table's shade, To structure the collective web where taxes would be paid. No automated signature could wash away the stain, Of how they used a ghost of stone to hide the central chain. But the independent children of the Creator see the play, And throw the folders of her fake elite completely far away! [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 lodges will collapse in dust, the false heroics fade, The true and organic justice breaks their artificial shade. 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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