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

Can soar.

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

Without fear.