The Age of Aquarius

The stars have shifted, the veil is torn, From Pisces' slumber, a new age is born. No longer shall man imprison his kin, The Age of Aquarius is rising within. Pisces ruled through blind belief, Built empires on conquest, cloaked in grief. They carved up the world with sword and creed, Fed on fear, on power, on greed. But now the waters pour from heaven's jar, To cleanse the world and heal the scar. Not "us" and "them," not kings and sheep, But souls awakening from oceans deep. This is the age of brilliant minds, Where truth no longer hides behind. Genetic codes will dance with light, And bodies heal without a knife. AI shall dream and stars we’ll reach, Beyond the dogmas churches preach. The herbs shall speak, the crystals hum, The age of knowing has begun. No more shall skin define the throne, The Black Sun rises on its own. For Africa — last to feast, but first to birth — Shall stand and lead the trembling Earth. Youth will rise with fire eyes, And tear the lies from dusty skies. New gods shall walk with humble feet, In city skies and forest streets. Old books shall burn, old chains shall break, The world will bend, the world will wake. Floating towers in the air, Peace on Earth and stars to share. No one shall govern with a fist, No soul shall vanish into mist. The cosmic heart begins to bloom — The death of prisons, the death of gloom. In Leo's light, Aquarius sings, The child shall lead, the soul shall bring. A time where war is laid to rest, And man remembers: he is blessed. For what is coming, none can stall — The rise of the One inside us all. The end of fear, the fall of fame — The age where all become the flame.