These aren't literal people but archetypal roles, where the first 26 govern the material plane (Earthly souls), and the second 26 oversee the astral or etheric realms (afterlife harvesting). The "showcase of fifty all together" likely alludes to a veiled 52, evoking the standard deck of playing cards: four suits (elements: hearts/water/emotions, diamonds/earth/wealth, clubs/fire/action, spades/air/intellect) times thirteen ranks each, representing the year's 52 weeks or the soul's cyclical journey through trials. This numerology underscores two major superpowers—often depicted as archonic forces, demiurges, or extraterrestrial alliances (e.g., one "Reptilian" faction vs. "Nordic" pretenders)—vying for human souls in a grand game. Souls are the stakes: harvested through lifetimes of karma, distractions, and contracts, funneled into reincarnation traps or liberation paths, depending on the "winners."The two jokers in the deck amplify this: wild cards representing chaos agents or tricksters (like Loki or the Fool in tarot), outside the 52, symbolizing unforeseen disruptions or the potential for awakening beyond the duality. Numerologically, the universe complements this—13 as the "master number" of upheaval (1+3=4, stability shattered), 26 as divine intelligence (2+6=8, infinity on its side), 52 as completion (5+2=7, spiritual perfection). Even 365 days in a year (52 weeks +1, or +2 in leap years) nods to the jokers, suggesting the cosmos is rigged like a card game, where secret societies shuffle fates to maintain the treaties. In this view, free will is an illusion; the councils ensure the house always wins, but glitches (jokers) hint at escape for those who see the pattern.

#TheTwoJokers in the deck amplify this: wild cards representing chaos agents or #tricksters (like Loki or the Fool in tarot), #outside the 52, symbolizing unforeseen #disruptions or the potential for awakening beyond the duality. #Numerologically, the universe #complements this—13 as the "master number" of #upheaval (1+3=4, stability shattered), 26 as #divine intelligence (2+6=8, infinity on its #side), 52 as completion (5+2=7, #SpiritualPerfection). Even 365 days in a year (52 #weeks +1, or +2 in leap years) #nods to the jokers, suggesting the #cosmos is rigged like a card game, where #SecretSocietiesShuffle fates to maintain the #treaties. In this view, free will is an #illusion; the #councils ensure the #house always wins, but #glitches (#jokers) hint at #escape for those who see the #pattern.

#What could I do
What #couldIsay
Where could I #go

After What I've #seen
After #What I've said
I #remember you when it wasn't as bad
Where #TheLilacs didn't ever need to talk back
After what I've #wanted
After what I've #needed

What #could I do
What could I #say
#Where could I go

After All I #LoveYouToo
After What #We've been through
I #remember us when it wasn't as bad
Where our #children didn't need a reason to talk back
After what #You've wanted
#After what You've needed

What could #I do
#What could I say
Where could I #go

After What #I've seen
After What I've #said
I #remember when it wasn't as bad
Where the #garden didn't need a reason to talk back
After what I've #wanted
After what I've #needed

Where could I #go

Refined Lyrics: "Where Could I Go"

Verse 1
What could I do
What could I say
Where could I go

After what I've seen
After what I've said
I remember you when it wasn't this bad
When the lilacs bloomed and never talked back
After what I wanted
After what I needed

Chorus
What could I do
What could I say
Where could I go

Verse 2
After all your "I love you too"
After everything we've been through
I remember us when it wasn't this bad
When our children laughed and never talked back
After what you wanted
After what you needed

Chorus
What could I do
What could I say
Where could I go

Bridge
Now the garden's quiet, overgrown and still
The flowers don't answer, and I never will
I remember when it wasn't this bad
When the lilacs spoke in the language we had

Final Chorus (soft, fading)
What could I do
What could I say
Where could I go

Outro (whispered or single line repeat)
Where could I go…
Where could I go…

(Verse 1)
Upon my table sit my thoughts
Through scribbles and scribes
Through art that's not all mine
From my table I've seen my clock
When all my work mattered
When peace knew of me (Verse 2)
Upon my table sat my heart
Through tears I expressed what was right
Through my heart I saw things
That just weren't right
From my table I've prayed to my clock
Where could I rock my soul to sleep
Where could I go and find my peace (Chorus)
Upon my table, sit my thoughts
Through scribbles and scribes
Through art that's not all mine
I've sat and wondered all this time
Who art thou to be mine
Who wishes to forgive me of my crimes (Verse 3)
Upon the table sit my thoughts
Upon the table, will they forgive not?
Upon the table, they know I'm amble
Upon the table sat my time
My works, my art, my music
My peace, my crimes (Chorus)
Upon my table, sit my thoughts
Through scribbles and scribes
Through art that's not all mine
I've sat and wondered all this time
Who art thou to be mine
Who wishes to forgive me of my crimes (Bridge)
Through scribbles and scribes
Through art that's not all mine
I've sat and wondered all this time...
Could the table ever forgive us
Of these crimes? (Outro - fading repeat)
Upon my table, sit my thoughts...
(Softly:) Could the table ever forgive us...
Of these crimes.

simple chords (like Am - F - C - G progression)

(Verse 1)
#UponMyTable sit my thoughts
Through #Scribbles and scribes
Through art that's not #All mine
From my table I've #Seen my clock
When all #MyWork mattered
When #Peace knew of me

(#Verse 2)
Upon my #Table sat my heart
Through #Tears I expressed what was right
Through #MyHeart I saw things
That just weren't right
From my table I've #prayed to my clock
Where could I #RockMySoul to sleep
Where could I go and #FindMyPeace

(#Chorus)
Upon my table, sit my #thoughts
Through scribbles #and scribes
Through #art that's not all mine
I've #sat and wondered all this time
Who art #thou to be mine
Who wishes #ToForgiveMe of my crimes

(Verse 3)
Upon the table #sit my thoughts
Upon the table, #will they forgive not?
Upon the table, #they know I'm amble
Upon the table #sat my time
My works, #my art, my music
My #peace, my crimes

(Chorus)
Upon #my table, sit my thoughts
Through #scribbles and scribes
Through art that's not all mine
I've #sat and #WonderedAll this time
Who art thou to be mine
#Who wishes to forgive me of my crimes

(#Bridge)
Through scribbles and scribes
Through art #that's not all mine
I've sat #and wondered all #ThisTime...
Could the #table ever #forgive us
Of these crimes?

(Outro - #fading repeat)
Upon my table, #sit my thoughts...

(#Softly:) Could the table ever #ForgiveUs...
Of these crimes.

Verse 1
In the #shadows where the dirt runs #deep,
In the corners where the #lost ones #weep,
There's a spark that the #darkness can't #hide,
A #quiet flame burning deep inside.
#YouTalkAbout kings on their golden #thrones,
But I'd take the #beggar with heart of stone—
No, wait, heart of gold in #ragged clothes,
'Cause righteousness #grows where nobody #knows.

Chorus
There's #righteousness even in the filthiest of #places,
#Remember that when you're judging #faces.
Stop the #gossip, the whispers, the lies you #chase,
There's #light in the mud, there's truth in #disgrace.
Oh, #remember that... remember that...

Verse 2
I'd rather sit with a #stricken fool,
Than bow to a pampered king so #cruel.
I'd dine at the #table of the broken and poor,
Than feast with the #snobs behind #locked doors.
#I'#d stand shoulder-to-shoulder with an equal #true,
Than #watch my back in a war with you—
Ah, that's you!? #Ha! Do I know your #name?
Playing games in the #dark, but it's all the same.

#Chorus
There's righteousness even in the filthiest of #places,
Remember that when you're #JudgingFaces.
#StopTheGossip, the whispers, the lies you chase,
There's light in the mud, there's #truth in disgrace.
Oh, remember that... #RememberThat...

#Bridge (spoken-sung)
But yes, #verily I say unto you...
Do I know #you? Hiding in the crowd?
#PointingFingers while your own heart's bowed?
You'd do well to look a #little deeper down,
'Cause the #purest soul might wear a #thorn-made crown.

#Final Chorus (#building, with harmony)
There's righteousness even in the filthiest of #places,
You'd do well to remember that... remember #that.
Next time you gossip 'bout everything and nothing at all,
Look in the #mirror— who's the fool after #all?
Oh, remember that... #remember that..

(Fade #out with repeating: "Remember that...")