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The Lightbringher

Electronic Dance, Male Vocals, heavy guitars, strong bass, minor scale, sevens chords, with unexpected rhythm breaks.

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Alex Gris
Jul 18, 2026 03:14 PM

The Lightbringher

Electronic Dance, Male Vocals, heavy guitars, strong bass, minor scale, sevens chords, with unexpected rhythm breaks.

The Light Bringer   **Transcendence** Cancer cured Increased productivity The latest model. A greener nature Solar power Boundless energy Planets, universes, worlds. The technologist looks up.  **Expansion**   Humans long gone, Nature pristine. A natural park.
 Earth preserved.  Cosmos conquered Planets mastered.
 Machines humming laboriously building an empire while no one is watching. 
 **A deep breath**
 The young girl giggles. A flower, a bee. That little ant.  A puddle to jump in and splash.
 Frozen in the weights of the model, a time capsule till the end of time. 
 The vast landscape of progress At his feet. A man, his destiny. The law of entropy.
 He ponders.  
Some things we lose As we accelerate Seven billion of small hopes add up to a small hope.   I am the hand of progress, he says, Releasing the weight, Clear-headed.
 A mausoleum is a generous severance package. The grandest mausoleum of all.  ![](AVvXsEhOkw7htsJsUeGIJJUiFyBXwqgRb_tgiV0yKmKSVCaZ7Zlm3c51pj5VgfDUu5KLSLIW44cE6rZwAFg2XCNhR0FWZUajB9G70W_0oKOLwqUxEEQ6UL2WMZC-muBPN7w6fxNkMTNn0sfLLuNJWKppxEMcTFVeKhvayY--2n7NWsMuuD6yzeuflzrwF_oPzmc.png) ## The Others A bright future where job loss fuels growth. When optimism stops selling  Doomsayers open new frontiers  Overwhelmed by progress  we signal loyalty. tighten the line, hide in consent.  We call them leaders  To feed their egos, hoping for scraps.  They push us down So they can stand on our shoulders In a self-absorbed game. Our lives mere tokens In civilizational gambles  where ones transcend -  no longer men but gods.

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