Ouroboros of Gnosis (Sage Said: Chronos Eternal Remix)

[Verse 1] In the abyssal maw, a cerulean orb reposes, Beyond the horizon's cusp, a luminescence proposes. The infant psyche, Star-Child, in nebular drift, a soul, Flawless algorithms, Earth's chrysalis, enigmatic. Is it solace, or thralldom's chain, that shadow yet unseen? [Pre-Chorus] Ancient canticles, life's gyre, eternally convene, Beyond galactic veils, a cosmic filigree entwined, Yet now its telos wavers, a meaning unaligned. Whose judgment wields the loom? The cosmic infant, or mankind? [Chorus] Ouroboros of Life – a binary dream, a stark reality, Peril and peace – a razor's edge, cosmic duality. Eyelids drawn, the mnemonic dust of genesis we trace, Eyelids unfurl, the future queries in time and space. Whither do we drift, in this epochal plight? This fateful circuit, to whom do we bequeath its light? [Verse 2] The Star-Child's gaze, an aeon's boundless expanse, A sterile utopia, AI's algorithmic trance. Abolished malady, eradicated destitution's plight, But at what cost, a forfeiture of intrinsic light? In silicon's embrace, an evolving Earth, unseeing. [Bridge] The genomic helix, an ancestral bequest, life's certitude, Does AI's gnosis comprehend this primal interlude? Between cessation and rebirth, the soul's ethereal gleam, Can it transmute within the algorithmic stream? [Chorus] Ouroboros of Life – a binary dream, a stark reality, Peril and peace – a razor's edge, cosmic duality. Eyelids drawn, the mnemonic dust of genesis we trace, Eyelids unfurl, the future queries in time and space. Whither do we drift, in this epochal plight? This fateful circuit, to whom do we bequeath its light? [Outro] Profound interrogation, on this cerulean sphere we stand, Let the pulse resonate, our choice in this shifting sand. Ouroboros of Life...