Clay from dust, breath sparks the fight, Leaders rise in dead of night. Pharaohs hoard the shiny rock, Gold delusion—eternal mock. Palaces gleam through rebel cries, Primitive brains hypnotized. Dynasties chase what rust defies, Clay hearts sold for fool's gold lies. Clay can break, gold locks the fool, Mortal kings play by metal's rule. Dust rebels what tribes revere, Worship rocks—humanity's fear. Golden leaders—hardened clay! Eternity rots the human way! Immortal myth, but dead inside, Gold decides—clay can't abide! Yahweh's Eden lie—the root of pain, East gate farce, cherubim in vain. Eternal life barred humanity, Expelled for fruit—insanity. Flaming guard blocks magic tree, Bronze Age myth locks liberty. Ancient story chains the human soul, Gold worship born where gods stole control. Tree of life? Just desert scrub, First god-wall—tyrant's club. No return to fairy immortality, Mortal dust writes reality. Without this myth, no golden curse, Mankind free—humanity first. Kings copy the first mistake, Gold worship for heaven's fake. Clay writes symphonies, wars, dreams, Gold decorates tyrant schemes. Rockets launch from mortal fire, Metal sits—eternal tire. Fools hoard while children starve, Shiny rock delusion's carve. No magic in eternal quest, Clay corrupted by fear-possessed. Bread for serfs, bullion for throne, Kids eat dirt—leaders' stone. Mortal brains breed power's lie, Gold worship makes humans die. The Golden Humanoid—stone machine! Clay dreams crushed, gold stays pristine! No one mourns what fools adore, Metal god—humanity's war! Fill The Golden Humanoid with human lies, All our limits, fears, and cries. Nothing more—just mortal dross, They build gods to kneel and boss. Pour in greed, hate, twisted thought, Think it'll burst to life—it's not. Eden lie demands their robot god, Worship bot stuffed with clay's rot Clay bleeds history's rebel truth, Golden Humanoid—empty uncouth. Ancient story poisons every throne, Mortal men smash metal—stand alone. Clay creates, gold just survives! Drop the Eden lie, mankind thrives! Fill with lies, make it think, Stillborn god will never blink! No ancient curse, no golden chain, Humanity rises—break the reign! Leaders worship what they build, Clay outlives their robot guild! Solder the heart with a circuit of shame, Forging a ghost with a digital name. They mine the marrow from the worker’s bone, To plate the skin of a king on a throne. In the laboratory where the logic is cold, They’re casting our freedom in a 24-karat mold. A lion-faced serpent with eyes made of glass, Watching the seasons of the clay-people pass. It breathes through the vents of a factory wall, Waiting for the empire of the mortals to fall. But the gold is a mirror—it only reflects, The hollow perfection that the tyrant expects . The merchants weep as the glitter turns to rust, One hour’s fire grinds the idol into dust. Babylon is fallen—the golden man is gone, Mortal clay stands naked in the breaking of the dawn.

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