[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Crown and the Sword, Part 3]

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[Verse 1]
The treasury was bleeding dry, the empty vaults were cold,
The shadow of the banking grids was trading off her gold.
She sat behind the marble walls, inside the grand design,
Unaware the local governors had crossed the fatal line.
She wrote her secret codes at night to alliances afar,
Believing her imperial blood could stop the rising war.
But every letter that she signed was mirrored in their file,
To register her final steps inside their corporate guile.

[Verse 2]
The local wealthy merchants ran the pamphlets through the town,
Using her name and luxury to pull the kingdom down.
They blamed the hunger of the streets upon her golden plate,
To channel all the public grief into a weapon of the state.
Marie-Antoinette believed her court was playing at the wheel,
Exchanging royal secrets for their own political deal.
She didn't see the layout of the calculated net,
That caught the old crown of France in generational debt.

[Verse 3]
They let her play the theater until the doors were closed,
Recording every folder while the monarchs stood exposed.
No automated signature could wash away the stain,
Of how the elite used her pride to lock the central chain.
She thought she was the master of a secret royal force,
But she was a puppet of the system on a desperate course.
The mobs were marching to the gates under the stormy skies,
As the matrix of the puppeteer prepared the grand demise!

[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 palace walls are crumbling down, the velvet turns to dust,
The manufactured empires will always break and rust.
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 3] [Verse 1] The treasury was bleeding dry, the empty vaults were cold, The shadow of the banking grids was trading off her gold. She sat behind the marble walls, inside the grand design, Unaware the local governors had crossed the fatal line. She wrote her secret codes at night to alliances afar, Believing her imperial blood could stop the rising war. But every letter that she signed was mirrored in their file, To register her final steps inside their corporate guile. [Verse 2] The local wealthy merchants ran the pamphlets through the town, Using her name and luxury to pull the kingdom down. They blamed the hunger of the streets upon her golden plate, To channel all the public grief into a weapon of the state. Marie-Antoinette believed her court was playing at the wheel, Exchanging royal secrets for their own political deal. She didn't see the layout of the calculated net, That caught the old crown of France in generational debt. [Verse 3] They let her play the theater until the doors were closed, Recording every folder while the monarchs stood exposed. No automated signature could wash away the stain, Of how the elite used her pride to lock the central chain. She thought she was the master of a secret royal force, But she was a puppet of the system on a desperate course. The mobs were marching to the gates under the stormy skies, As the matrix of the puppeteer prepared the grand demise! [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 palace walls are crumbling down, the velvet turns to dust, The manufactured empires will always break and rust. 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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