Pharaoh

There is poetry and corruption
in everything but you.
To me you are the absolute,
the purity, the truth.

I only have one motive,
for me, that driving force is you.
There is loyalty and treason
in every act of faith.
Harmony and poison
in every fault erased.
Forgiveness and betrayal,
Mercy and neglect,
Banishment and burial for every soul erect.

The balance is division
the confusion is the charm
the chaos is the passion
the comfort is the harm.

The harm is what we're seeking,
the division is what we find,

The passion coming through us from the chaos of our mind.

Severance and departure
claiming all I see,
The duality of course, residing strongest within me.

When your Pharaoh eyes
cast gaze on me
the lotus on my landing flutters

"We are the one you made for me"

The high noon, blazing breeze
it mutters.