PHARAOH

Pharaoh

Part 1: Corruption

The Voice 

And forward embark into the night,

A delicate journey of pain and delight,

Hear I alone the ending of all,

Where love will empower the ones of its call,

And if to succeed this possession of soul,

They must stay all faithful inside of their role…

Pharaoh

 How can I follow my heart in the GN-1,

When all they pursue has already been done?

Why does one follow the aimless in fleet?

When can I this power meet?

Jezebel 

The times will rain as a fiery moon,

For thee my sweet lover, the time it is soon.

Pharaoh

 I wane to create, and fear to destroy,

Maybe if the devil I choose to employ

Mine heart will find it’s much needed joy.

Jezebel

How doth thou not see, thee of virtuous rite?

These things that thou speak are far out of sight.

The devil, the lord, the angels, the eternity,

They are all merely fictious forms of remedy,

To every soul, who be in much need of sleep,

Whom creates to destroy their fate as a sheep.

Pharaoh

 How be thee so wise, mine sweet Jezebel,

It’s true this very Earth is the vision of hell.

Jezebel 

With all of these thoughts, keep mine god in mind, The one thou see as the life force behind,

All of his children and time in itself,

Put back thy mindset upon its shelf,

Allow forth now thine fears to melt,

I know the truth in thine heart ye hath felt.

Go back now into thy dreams of machines,

You’ll find that thy heaven is quite in your means.

Pharaoh

 Thank thee my love! Ye shall be rewarded!

Not from the god forever distorted,

Forth now from mine hands,

Ye shall never be shorted!

The Voice

 forever the stain be cast within his bones,

A morale lost; a mission atoned.

And away into his den of destined doom,

A foreboding shadow of light in the tomb,

Casts down upon our anti-hero’s face,

With plans to erect a magnificent race.

Pharaoh 

Shall Ra be the power behind mine machine,

With knowledge so strong it shall glow serene,

Boiling all the junkies blood clean,

And sprouts coming forth from the most dormant of

beans.

An eternity I have awaited a time,

A time from which I could shine,

And now with a notion of eminent precision,

Mine very wife hath led me into position.

I shall rise as a god among all man,

With supreme intelligence and the power in hand,

Shall I rule this kingdom; air, water, and land!

Sing me o’ angels of tales of joy,

Mournful carols of lost hope and poise.

Bellow out your cries and pleas,

Shall ye all rot with feverish disease,

Out of the minds of every poor fool who takes thee at

ease. Mine machine is solar-inspired,

Yet it shall be electrically powered,

And must involve a great deal of imagery,

If it is to evolve humans effectively,

Aye, subliminal images, subliminal learning,

Power-paintings, I shall call them,

Mere tools in the burning,

Of the perceptions of human concerning.

Electric, Solar-Inspired, Power-Paintings machine,

Ye shall ensue a marvelous scene.

The Voice 

And insane it may seem,

But with power of political esteem,

Not for long shall it remain just a dream.

Allow us first to hear Graham’s retort,

For he be the tastefully, good-natured sort.

Graham 

One of the followers speaks well of machines,

Doth thou believe he the one of thy dreams?

Sylvia

 Quite possibly, mine visions have not been contorted,

He very well is one inside the assorted.

What more hath he said? I must quickly know,

For all are in threat of his impeccable blow!

Graham 

He speaks forth a rather indubitable air,

Of one grown insane within their despair,

Of subliminal learning, of the powers it speaks,

He hath tuned and fooled into the finest techniques.

Sylvia

And as the bled-red sun doth ascend,

My dreams find a blackened pyramid within,

The sun-god shall rise with fury and storm,

All eyes shall be fixed and forever forlorn!

Flee quickly to the others; we need make a song,

Of how we all may be dealt a terrible wrong!

Graham

Taste I worrying trembles from forth thy lips,

Be not in fear, mine preciousness,

We shall arise free and victorious.

Your dreams have not they made clear it is so, The end for everyone’s sorrowful woe?

Sylvia

 Aye, it is written within the very walls,

But great be the number that shall fall into applause,

When shown the fury within this man’s bloody paws!

Graham

 Go I with speed,

Keep heed, indeed.

I shall swiftly return, the others with me.

The Voice

And quickly he goes,

And as her message be told,

I speak to her of the woes,

Beginning to unfold.

Sylvia 

Be we to go away from the sun?

I must gather about the GN-1,

If ever a fight there is to be won,

We must tunnel below this oblivion.

The Voice

 And upon Graham’s return with Adachi and Hound,

Sylvia doth tell of their mission underground.

So forth not to waste any more of their time,

They quickly collaborate a few measures of rhyme.

Aye, but the evil Pharaoh concocts one as well,

A tale of his dream of a haven he shall tell.

Senator

Stand I before your vision and quite impressed I am.

Pharaoh

Imagine it as a dam,

Overwhelming knowledge behind,

Waiting to break into the feeblest of minds.

Senator

 Aye, ‘tis amazing what thee hath made,

Yet I remain weary of the decisions in trade.

Pharaoh

 Allow myself to present around the globe,

Then truly shall all our buyers know,

Exactly what will unwind in one show.

Senator

Very well, my dear Pharaoh,

Show them all, and remain in the narrow.

Pharaoh

I shall never let her slip below. Farewell.

The Voice

 And travel he shall, to the ends and in-betweens,

And capture their minds, he shall effectively achieve, With the mere words in a well-written speech:

Pharaoh

 I’m making a heaven on earth, where we’ll sit in our

towers and watch the sun,

Mansions of gold and private islands, designed for each

and every one,

And there’ll be herds of children, who frolic and play,

There’ll be grand musicians under every tree,

There’ll be hanging gardens over every patio,

And nothing of morals on the radio,

We’ll build a temple dedicated to life,

We’ll lie in white robes and drink the bloodiest red

wine,

All we’ll talk of is innocent youth,

And the darkened beauty of beholding the truth,

Some of us shall speak in philosophic rhyme,

Some of us shall stay lost in time,

‘cause there’s no promise of an afterlife,

And if there’s no issues of it being wrong,

Then there’s no worries, so make things right,

Put yourself where you know you belong.

The Voice 

And Dead Leslie gathers their audience,

And with song, and a speech, forms the alliance.

Sylvia and Graham 

A moment of silence for everybody else,

For the illusions of war, sometimes it seems

to melt,

Right into your soul and you find it

clogged,

How long shall I fight on…

The meanings of love,

I know that you have felt,

Them deep in your heart,

But your love always seems to feel you up,

And down your spine,

You know what’s right,

How long shall you lust? I’m on a mission from the voice,

To save you all from hell,

I’m gonna grab onto the world,

And scream at you to tell

All your children that they are

All goin’ down.

Sylvia

And now we must rise for our day it has came,

With no surprise from this faithful brigade,

We knew we’d hold power,

We knew we could save,

Let us build our bunker,

As not to fall slaves.

The Voice 

Follow their crowd into the shelter,

The GN-1 now grew in power,

And as Sylvia explained the terror,

Horror did reign much to Pharaoh’s pleasure.

Capture he princes, kings and queens,

Princesses, czars, every channel of T.V.,

The commoners, the poor, the strong, the weak,

Children to adult, elder to teen,

All will fall for his elaborate machine.

All but an ill-faded foe,

The ones he had left,

The ones who know,

And will not fall down,

To any dazzling show.

Dead Leslie, and the GN-1,

Stand to stop him, and stand not in fear,

For they believe in the songs that they have sung,

And rise they shall without a flinch, without a tear.

But plan they must, for the fight that is near,

So into the underground, they all disappear.

Where hath they gone, the people shall ask,

Up-roaring as not to be left in a mask,

But wise Pharaoh shall know how to save face, Telling all they were taken by invaders from space.

Pharaoh

 And now my friends, we our minds must expand,

Or shall they take us too, and rob our land!

Jezebel

Ask not ‘how’, ‘why’, or ‘when’,

Ask, ‘how we can hope to save them

With all of us being such average men?’

Pharaoh

And the answer, I hath given thee,

Mine countries, mine friends,

E.S.I.P. is our only hope to defend!

I’m dead-set for Egypt, I must leave at once,

But upon mine return, I shall bring balance,

For I shall design the plans for the world to unite,

Only as one may we enter the fight. Farewell.