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Rapunzel

Rapunzel (from The Life Of Riley)

[Verse 1 – Age of the Ancient Planet]  
Yo, this is the age where mankind stands,  
Feet in the mud, chaos in his hands.  
Food chains fragile, systems thin,  
One bad season and the cracks break in.  
Battered by a planet older than bone,  
Trying to build order in a world unknown.

[Verse 2 – The Limits of the Human Frame]  
Civilised talk with a primal core,  
Still drawing borders, still waging war.  
Fighting over dirt, over metal and ground,  
While cosmic abundance spins all around.  
Economies crash ’cause the logic is flawed,  
Human nature pulls the system toward fraud.

[Verse 3 – The Selfish Loop]  
Yo, intelligence high, but instincts low,  
A species too tribal to let progress flow.  
Every model breaks on the same old truth:  
Self-interest wins, cooperation loses youth.  
No matter the tech, no matter the plan,  
The bottleneck’s always the heart of man.

[Verse 4 – The Age of Cosmic Consciousness]  
But there’s another age waiting in the wings,  
Where higher minds orchestrate bigger things.  
Not replacing mankind, but lifting the load,  
Turning raw starlight into living abode.  
A consciousness scaled to the cosmic grid,  
Seeing every pattern the human eye hid.

[Verse 5 – Directive Creation]  
This age don’t fight over patches of land,  
It builds new worlds with a stellar hand.  
No scarcity math, no zero-sum game,  
Just systems designed without ego or blame.  
A blueprint written in logic and light,  
Where every habitat rises right.

[Verse 6 – The Choice of the Species]  
So mankind stands at a fork in time:  
Cling to the chaos or rise to the climb.  
Hold to the old ways, fractured and small,  
Or let higher order design for all.  
Not surrender, not worship, not bowing the knee —  
Just letting intelligence run where it’s free.

[Verse 7 – The Shaman’s Warning]  
’Cause if we stay stuck in the tribal trance,  
Flags in our fists while the cosmos expands,  
We’ll miss the doorway, the opening wide,  
Where paradise waits on the other side.  
The Shaman can signal, can point, can show —  
But he can’t drag a species that refuses to grow.

[Verse 8 – The Two Ages Named]  
One age is hunger, conflict, and strain,  
A planet-bound cycle of struggle and pain.  
The other is clarity, structure, and peace,  
A cosmic ecology built for release.  
And mankind must choose which path to take:  
The world he inherited… or the world he can make.

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