Egypt
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“Lean back”
“No lean forward”
The water gushes and churnes
Beneath the silver hull
The wind racing through tendrils of blonde
Everytime I see your smile
I can feel your eyes carving lies in my flesh
Chiseling away at my bones
As if your heart is etching lyrics on my eyes,
hieroglyphics in my temple,
Anubis is my name, a lonely tour guide is my game
Nevertheless I guiding lost souls through the city
If I could go back to 3100 BCE
I would make sure to go see
The tombs filled with hieroglyphs and mummies
I would sail down the NIle and grab fruit from the trees
Once upon a time there lived a young princess
She lived in Los Angeles, California
But her roots traced back to the Middle East
Unfamiliar with much of her culture, she remained stuck in her city castle
Can you sing great nightingale?
I never knew you could sing so well.
Do your blood bleed red like ours on papyrus?
Do you pray to the goddess isis?
Very few have seen you,
are you a women of good or evil?
Fields of grains and vines of grapes
The smell of sand in the air
Temples of gold
And stories of gods
Switch lanes, fast pace, different narrow streets
Different city, different veterans sleeping on concrete
Lone wolves devoured by group of carnivorous pigs
Heat-fuelled MACH, punches off the judges' wig
It starts with money. The lack of it, We know it's funny, But bit by bit, It all becomes blood money And it may be hard to admit, Because we know it's just a penny, But to them it's many. For them it's food, for them it's plenty.
