Originally Posted by Mike Wrecka
I am a.....
pharaoh in the midst of this metropolis,
that wants to run with the lions and the ostriches,
until im just a hostage in a sarcophagus,
and there is no oxygen left in my esophagus,
opulence, got me living preposterous,
so I bathe in the Nile among crocodile and hippopotamus,
was in denial , a higher level of consciousness,
is to be humble, while still displaying confidence,
providing shelter where I used to stomp these tents,
because commoners really survive with common sense
as my tomb is in scripted with exquisite hieroglyphics,
depicting my life on this earth, but my life is wicked,
and whats written in stone is far from finished,
sitting atop a throne has left me alone, diminished,
inside my home? , terrific, filled with the finest possessions,
inside my dome? horrific, filled with a tyrants intentions,
so unless my collection can be passed on too others,
it will sit hidden inside a pyramid until it gets discovered,
the fact is I killed my brother, in order to become a king,
and now I truly know the feeling that emptiness brings,
surrounded by things that are meaningless, what I wish I had,
was a way to go back and erase the past.............
so I could be free at last this wealth that I have amassed,
had me feeling fulfilled but that's diminishing fast,
so im going back to the basics, back to where I started,
among the people that I love, in the streets, the market,
but ive become a target, the political stipulations,
of my death would severely shake the foundation,
of this nation, so im surrounded by guards,
that have to escort me around in my own back yard,
im a pharaoh I make laws, this doesn't seem right,
cause in reality m a prisoner in my own life
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