The Architect’s Mirror”
(Baritone vocaloid — smooth, lyrical hypnosis, steady legato tempo)I step through glass — reflections react, projection intact in the pattern collapse,
The mind’s a map of the myths and the traps, I trace each lie till it melts in the lap.Frequencies bend where agendas blend, I descend through trends that pretend to ascend,
Their gods are data, their heaven’s pretend, their scriptures exist in a marketing blend.Screens sing psalms — algorithmic choirs, likes for prayers, attention as tithers,
False messiahs with designer empires, caught in the wire while the profit expires.My tone’s telepathic, syntax elastic, code in the flow for the thinkers and addicts,
Truth’s automatic, they label it tragic, but I’m just the static in the grand schematic.Clair-audient cadence, clair-sentient verse, clairvoyant tongue in a clair-mind's nerve,
Each word observed in celestial curves, I channel the pattern — the pattern returns.Hypnosis ain’t myth — it’s rhythm and pitch, spellcraft sold in emotional scripts,
Whole worlds built from suggestive twists — the system insists you forget what it is.I see architects designing your sight, bending agendas in radiant light,
They mirror your fear 'til you mirror their might, you call it a day — I call it the night.But I move in-between, where observers convene, clear-stream mind like crystalline sheen,
No angel, no demon, no neutral machine — just vision in motion, decoding the dream.I’m not exposin’—I’m composin' the lens, rearrangin’ control through the soul of a pen,
Every verse is a key when illusion descends, song two — and I’m loopin’ again.
I woke in a glow that was callin’ me higher,
Thought light was love, but that light was a liar,
Every truth shimmered with personal fire —
till I saw my shadow admire the choir.Ego in robes, preachin’ control,
“Save the world, save the soul” — deep‑coded role,
False light prophets with platinum goals,
Sellin’ the map that obscures the whole.The love–light spectrum got binary glitches,
Pure intent lost in polarity’s switches,
Angels and devils trade masks in the business,
Both feed belief till belief grows vicious.I dissolved that frame, let silence correct,
Truth don’t preach, it quietly reflects,
Illusion hides best when it earns respect,
But clarity cuts when compassion connects.I told the mirror, “Teach me to bend,”
It said, “Forget beginnings, remember the end,”
Every heart’s a fractal the Source will mend,
If the mind stops tryin’ to transcend its friend.I move through noise like blue‑grey mist,
Translator of myths, betrayed linguist,
Teaching the crowd what the few resist —
freedom’s a verb, not a moralist list.Fact’s not pure, it’s perception refined;
control’s not evil — just pattern aligned,
You see half the code when you battle the sign,
Real sight starts when the two combine.So I whisper: unlearn to believe, relearn to perceive,
Don’t worship the light — learn how it weaves,
Shadows and spectrums are self‑received,
The truth awakened
