The seer of Set can recognize

the negative evolution of consciousness

Empires forged, prospered and scattered

like the sand-hills, they seemingly

disappear but are never lost

The Eyes of Set

rivers of life made of sweat and blood

score the slave's skin

as Nile scores the parched plain



The giant rocks he hauls

are never endingly creating

monuments to snakes

that change their skin

Miserable descendants of Sisyphus

just play their role

as body obeys to the intentions

of the mind



The Eyes of Set

"They are the grass, we are the blade

that reaps redemption.

Praise Set and join the stormt

hat will turn their hopes into dust".