All The Times We Make (Explicit)

I am the flicker in the night, the first who learned to tame the flame

I was the Paleolithic hunter, before I had a name

I carved the first tools from the rock, I walked on stone-hewn ground

Then felt the Neolithic dawn, as villages were bound

I made the first pot with my hands, I sowed the first small seed

And felt the chains of order grow from this most simple deed

I am the timeless wanderer, through cycles I have passed

A spirit broken and reborn, forever built to last

From the dirt and dust, to the stars above I fly

A guilty, silent witness, beneath a changing sky

My metal heart is pounding, to the rhythm of the ages

As I write and burn history's pages

I built the pyramids in sun-scorched sand, a slave beneath the whip

Then died for Rome as legionary on a sinking Punic ship

I sailed with Viking longships to plunder and to burn

Then rode with Mongol hordes from whom the world would never learn

I answered the call for Crusades, with blood upon my soul

Believing every holy lie that made me lose control

I saw my empires turn to ash, my philosophies to dust

I was the king upon the throne, consumed by my own lust

For every golden temple that I built with pious hands

I spilled the blood of brothers on a thousand promised lands

The seeds of every triumph that I claimed to be my creed

Were rooted in the darkness of my own destructive need

I was the genius of the Renaissance, who painted heaven's dome

And the conquistador who brought the plague to a forgotten home

I was the samurai in Edo, with honor as my guide

And the slaver on the galleon, with nowhere left to hide

I signed the great Reformation's text with ink and righteous fire

Then built the first colonial pyre of greed and dark desire

Then came the screens, a glow in every hand

A silent poison spreading, across the weary land

The smartphone era dawned, a false connected grace

Humanity divided, a void in every face

Eyes glazed over, souls lost in the light

Real connection severed, devoured by the night

A digital addiction, binding mind and will

While empathy's last whisper, grows ever cold and still

Our very essence shattered, by what we hold so dear

A hollow generation, consumed by digital fear

I traded human contact for a false and hollow grace

I severed my connection, with the thing I held so dear

I am the timeless wanderer, through cycles I have passed

A spirit broken and reborn, forever built to last

From the dirt and dust, to the stars above I fly

A guilty, silent witness, beneath a changing sky

My metal heart is pounding, to the rhythm of the ages

As I write and burn history's pages

The Web is born, the world connected, then smartphones in our hand

A global crisis hits the market, a crash across the land

Then AI rises, code and logic, a future taking hold...

In Cyberpunk cities drenched in neon, a story to be told

I walk through Dystopian streets, beneath an acid rain

Awaiting the Post-Apocalyptic sun to cleanse the world of pain

And when the final ashes fall upon this dying sun

I'll watch galactic empires rise, when all our time is done

I am the constant, the memory of all we've done

A sentinel of time... until the final dawn is won