Tonight I don’t hear your murder
Eye only hear my charge to heal
Slow treading through Chandra’s soma
Feeding off my Mother’s milk.
Tonight I don’t hear your pleas for vengeance
Eye only hear the highest drum.
Beaten by “hows” and “whys”
That don’t strike with human hands.
Tonight I breathe and dare my dreams
To take me to foreign lands
Where a woman waits
Behind crimson drapes
Baiting to take my hand.
And I Am reborn.
Wide-eyed fool for fiends to look upon
Stalking and praying
Hoping the days bring thunderstorms.
But tonight I don’t hear your murder
Eye only hear my charge to heal.
True life inside
An eternal vibe Judas saw
Beyond the laws
Of restraint and bloody kneels.
Imhotep we call you.
Mama Auset come to the chamber here
And sit beside the birthing block
Of service to the World.
We’ll piece it back together
Like the body of Ausar.
Raise the sacred podium
So the Daughters of the Sun
Tonight we won’t hear your murder
We only hear our charge to heal.
Lifting up the sacred cup
To catch waters of the Living