Here, in this rock, I found an interesting hierogliph. 
Something about an egyptian pharao, whose ego was his 
main to stay in the power. 
A few of evoluted humans felt inside his eyes a blaze 
of an impure and sorrowful feeling. 
And here is: "We died by blind adoration into visual 
beautiness" 
"Pretty is your dawn in the sky horizons 
Oh living Aton, beginning of the life. 
When you stand up in the Orient fill all the lands your 
beauty." 
Oh beauty oppressing, that contains my capacity 
of contemplating the world in a better way. 
Oh beauty that condemns me to the condition of 
eternal slave of my superior 
Superior? That orders my submission. 
Digging my eternal destiny 
His God, his majesty made me keep's guardian of 
his beauty 
My pain is tempted at all time to be masquerade 
by their followers that show me an inexistent God 
My children will extend my calvary 
Your horizon isn't the pretty of the poet's verses 
Your lands only cultivate my servitude.