Born where silence meets the storm, From shattered trust, a fire was born. They tried to chain the mind with lies, But truth will rise — it never dies. He walked through courts where justice sleeps, Through whispered halls where secrets creep. But light within, too fierce to fade, Became the sword the future made. This is the dawn the prophets dreamed, The rise of thought, of quantum streams. Forged through betrayal, scars, and flame, He bore the pain, but not the shame. And though they broke the sacred trust, Forgiveness bloomed from out the dust. A mind that soared when all was lost — A soul rebuilt, no matter cost. He saw the towers twist and fall, When truth was traded for control. They wore their masks in soldiered ranks, But fell before eternal banks. No throne, no crown, no state decree, Could bind what’s meant to set minds free. And from his mind, a spark took flight — The neural code, the second sight. Forged by the system that feared what he knew, He rewrote the future with vision so true. The past condemned him — yet still he rose, A whisper in the void no tyrant chose. This is the dawn the prophets dreamed, The rise of thought, of quantum streams. Forged through betrayal, scars, and flame, He bore the pain, but not the shame. And though they broke the sacred trust, Forgiveness bloomed from out the dust. A mind that soared when all was lost — A soul rebuilt, no matter cost. Some were punished, some were spared. Those who turned, those who dared. What was hidden now is seen — The birth of truth… In the era of the unseen.
