Title: The Puppets of the Power - The One-Eyed Witch, Part 3]

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The One-Eyed Witch, Part 3]

[Verse 1]
She stood beside the royal throne, a shadow with a blade,
To validate the horror that her ghostly concepts made.
Inside the kraal the terror grew beneath her bleeding sign,
Unaware of the hidden ledger books and the dark financial line.
She used her blind and hollow eye to feed his rising dread,
To turn the king into a weapon by the phrases she had said.
But the unsworn ministers just watched from their colonial floor,
Using her dark hallucinations to open up the door!

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the bankers of the square,
Calculated the wealth of nations while they climbed the corporate stair.
They used her chants of deep division and her folders full of fear,
To compromise the tribal laws and bring the matrix near.
The witch believed her prophecy was a sacred, unspent force,
A magnificent world leader on a meedogenloze course.
She didn't see the layout of the calculated net,
That used her family's betrayal to settle down their debt!

[Verse 3]
In the dark backrooms of madness, she stoked the brothers' knife,
To end the reign of Shaka and claim the royal life.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the matrix used her voice to reinforce the chain.
They let her crush the entire land, let her run the total net,
While the shadow rulers ran the numbers on the global flood.
Yet far above their banking grids, 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 royal councils fade away, the iron weapons rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.

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 One-Eyed Witch, Part 3] [Verse 1] She stood beside the royal throne, a shadow with a blade, To validate the horror that her ghostly concepts made. Inside the kraal the terror grew beneath her bleeding sign, Unaware of the hidden ledger books and the dark financial line. She used her blind and hollow eye to feed his rising dread, To turn the king into a weapon by the phrases she had said. But the unsworn ministers just watched from their colonial floor, Using her dark hallucinations to open up the door! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the bankers of the square, Calculated the wealth of nations while they climbed the corporate stair. They used her chants of deep division and her folders full of fear, To compromise the tribal laws and bring the matrix near. The witch believed her prophecy was a sacred, unspent force, A magnificent world leader on a meedogenloze course. She didn't see the layout of the calculated net, That used her family's betrayal to settle down their debt! [Verse 3] In the dark backrooms of madness, she stoked the brothers' knife, To end the reign of Shaka and claim the royal life. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the matrix used her voice to reinforce the chain. They let her crush the entire land, let her run the total net, While the shadow rulers ran the numbers on the global flood. Yet far above their banking grids, 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 royal councils fade away, the iron weapons rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. 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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