Since the beginning of time...
The beauty of structures has always given the human eye hope
The signatures of great monuments lying on our grounds...
Symbolization of omnipotence...
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The birth of Pharaohs from queens that control the land through root and stone...
Through the deep sands of the Sahara...
To the long, indigenous waters of the Nile...
Watch it flow steadily...
Awaiting for the blood of mortals to drown in its supremacy...
Similar to mankind and it's laws that shackle the foundation of our thoughts...
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The sun sets over the storms that occur frequently...
The ravenous vultures that can only dream of being next to the great kings that lie under its own victims...
It's own creation that remains in bone piles...
Blood that has turn into cold maggots that feast off of its energy...
Decomposed into molded history...
Old magic and rituals that crossover the wind on nights where totem poles are next to torches...
The only source of light through our passage ways...
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Hieroglyphics;
Our messages in examples...
Through trial and tribulations...
Through the snakes and lizards that lurk...
The poison will always run in our veins...
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And when the early evening rises,
When the sun opens its eyes...
So will we...
Underneath the great tombs that we don't deserve to be near...
To the tip of the pyramids...
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Endless Sunsets
PoetryThis poetry book is a collection of poems based on everyday feelings that I witness. A lot of them will paint an imagery. It will take your mind to a different place. Hopefully, you enjoy! #1 in soothing 8/1/2019 #1 in relaxing 8/26/2019 #3 in depre...
