Strangled Destiny

Through the peep hole of Egyptian darkness shackled by conquerors hypnotic scheme awaits the incarnate spirit of Ra. Summoned to defend the skies of eternity and the land of death against the traitors to the throne of the sun god peace in these savage times shall be your curse. may your conscience be your pillow and your wretched hearts your lullaby you and your puppet slaves will never tame this mane. there is nothing your lassos can suppress your skin of deception your pillars of lies and halls of betrayal will fall to the hum of my dynastic roar I am the truth the originator of galactic time your presence was my flatulent secretion your death will be my orgasmic sigh. Women of gaze that by-stand my struggle fan as you may your perfumed air it is your heart my canines seek your tongue has collapsed my rump and stolen my corner stone may your blood from my mandible spell Traitor! written for Isaiah Zerbst's contest, Ancient Egypt.