[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Crown and the Sword, Part 2]

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[Verse 1]
While the queen was dancing in her palace made of glass,
A lonely boy from Corsica was watching shadows pass.
In the cold military schools, behind the stone-wall gate,
He studied all the ancient text and maps of manufactured hate.
He mastered the geometry, the numbers, and the line,
To plot his own political rise within the grand design.
He thought he held a secret path to break the French domain,
Unaware the bankers' ledger books were charting out his reign.

[Verse 2]
The local wealthy merchants saw the young lieutenant write,
Calculating tactical moves to dominate the fight.
They whispered through the offices and watched his fluid hand,
To use his cold ambition just to regulate the land.
Napoleon believed his mind was free from every yoke,
A brilliant tactical master cutting through the system's smoke.
He didn't see the layout of the deep corporate play,
That needed a mechanical sword to sweep the old courts away.

[Verse 3]
They let him study artillery and build his iron grid,
Recording every calculation to hide what the masters did.
No automated signature could feel the quiet strain,
Of how the elite used his hunger just to camouflage the chain.
He thought he was the architect of his own rising star,
But he was a puppet of the system, prepared for wars afar.
The shadow-weavers smiled as his blueprints went to production,
Turning the mathematical genius into a tool for mass destruction!

[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 cannons turn to rust, the battlefields turn to clay,
The manufactured empires will always break away.
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 2] [Verse 1] While the queen was dancing in her palace made of glass, A lonely boy from Corsica was watching shadows pass. In the cold military schools, behind the stone-wall gate, He studied all the ancient text and maps of manufactured hate. He mastered the geometry, the numbers, and the line, To plot his own political rise within the grand design. He thought he held a secret path to break the French domain, Unaware the bankers' ledger books were charting out his reign. [Verse 2] The local wealthy merchants saw the young lieutenant write, Calculating tactical moves to dominate the fight. They whispered through the offices and watched his fluid hand, To use his cold ambition just to regulate the land. Napoleon believed his mind was free from every yoke, A brilliant tactical master cutting through the system's smoke. He didn't see the layout of the deep corporate play, That needed a mechanical sword to sweep the old courts away. [Verse 3] They let him study artillery and build his iron grid, Recording every calculation to hide what the masters did. No automated signature could feel the quiet strain, Of how the elite used his hunger just to camouflage the chain. He thought he was the architect of his own rising star, But he was a puppet of the system, prepared for wars afar. The shadow-weavers smiled as his blueprints went to production, Turning the mathematical genius into a tool for mass destruction! [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 cannons turn to rust, the battlefields turn to clay, The manufactured empires will always break away. 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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