[Title: The Puppets of the Power - Leonardo da Vinci, Part 2]

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[Verse 1]
He rode to Milan with a heart full of grand design,
To build the silver bridges and the theaters so fine.
He brought the water clocks and instruments of praise,
To lift the ordinary public from their darker days.
But Duke Sforza looked through folders with a cold and greedy eye,
He didn't care for paintings or the stars up in the sky.
He saw the genius notebooks and he snatched the paper white,
To turn the dreamer's vision into weapons for the fight!

[Verse 2]
They forced his fluid hand to sketch the giant iron wheel,
To wrap his geometry around the manufactured steel.
The bronze that was intended for a monument of peace,
Was melted down for cannons so the torment would increase.
He drew the covered chariots with blades upon the side,
While the unsworn politicians hid their cowardice and pride.
The court of Milan was a theater where local lords would play,
Trading the creative spirit for the corporate power play.

[Verse 3]
He watched his beautiful designs become a deadly track,
To break the lines of Jan Soldaat and drive the masses back.
The greedy lords just smiled as the blueprints went to production,
Turning the architecture of life into a tool for destruction.
No automated signature could feel the quiet grief he hid,
As they used his cosmic talent for their cold, mechanical grid.
But even in the shadow of their armored military plan,
The soul remains unconfined, far beyond the court of man!

[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 wheels will rust away, the fortresses will rust and 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 - Leonardo da Vinci, Part 2] [Verse 1] He rode to Milan with a heart full of grand design, To build the silver bridges and the theaters so fine. He brought the water clocks and instruments of praise, To lift the ordinary public from their darker days. But Duke Sforza looked through folders with a cold and greedy eye, He didn't care for paintings or the stars up in the sky. He saw the genius notebooks and he snatched the paper white, To turn the dreamer's vision into weapons for the fight! [Verse 2] They forced his fluid hand to sketch the giant iron wheel, To wrap his geometry around the manufactured steel. The bronze that was intended for a monument of peace, Was melted down for cannons so the torment would increase. He drew the covered chariots with blades upon the side, While the unsworn politicians hid their cowardice and pride. The court of Milan was a theater where local lords would play, Trading the creative spirit for the corporate power play. [Verse 3] He watched his beautiful designs become a deadly track, To break the lines of Jan Soldaat and drive the masses back. The greedy lords just smiled as the blueprints went to production, Turning the architecture of life into a tool for destruction. No automated signature could feel the quiet grief he hid, As they used his cosmic talent for their cold, mechanical grid. But even in the shadow of their armored military plan, The soul remains unconfined, far beyond the court of man! [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 wheels will rust away, the fortresses will rust and 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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