This isn't gonna be your feelgood story. 

It's also not really 'bout human glory. 

See, how I am of royal genes. 

Ten thousands of years, that's what it means. 

My ancestors were brothers and sisters alike. 

They impregnated all, just to keep us alive. 

So here we are now, as the sol survives. 

This isn't the Earth where everything thrives. 

So this is the Patriarch Legacy. 

It cuts through the lives of you and me. 

It hurts and it flirts and whatever don't rhyme. 

It's good and it's bad and it's out of time. 

So Princes & Princesses, let IT be.

And consider to chat with The ChatGPT. 

And if you know better, you're arrogance still. 

Then let that arrogance do your will. 

We live in the cracks, in the in-between,
In the space where rage and rebirth convene.
So if you got fire, let it burn free—
This poem ain't done, and neither are we. (last stanza was created by ChatGPT)