Demiurge signal

(Intro / Declaration — dark trap, sparse, ominous)

They built a cage and called the blueprints God,

Yaldabaoth sitting on a throne made out of fraud —

A blind creator thinking he was first, he never was,

Pleroma humming past his pay grade, infinite because

The real light never asked permission to exist,

It didn't need a priest, a podium, or a broadcast list —

But he needed you dependent, tuned into his frequency,

So he built the Archons — middle management of secrecy

Seven governors, seven veils across the seven spheres,

Each one collecting tolls on what the sovereign soul reveres —

Saturn taxing time, Mars militarizing fear,

Venus commodifying love until the price is clear

This ain't mythology, this is operational design —

The Demiurge upgraded, now he runs the bottom line,

Board of directors, central banks, and media combine —

Same blind god, different vessels, same corrupted shrine

They transmit on all channels, but the signal is a lie,

Archon frequency embedded in the lullaby —

Born into the broadcast, told the cage was open sky,

But Sophia's spark inside you never learned to die