From your Roman Empire,
to my Ancient Egypt...
from your eyes and their cool fire,
to the curses falling down my lips

Up from your northern skies,
out of my vast desert's hottest sand
In from your colosseum's light,
down to my catacombs' earth and land

Their cowardly call for battles and war
is our romance's answer to serenity
They only dare to fight us from afar,
my name haunts them for all eternity

Let them come if they wish and dare
As we inspire the world's greatest love stories
I'll let my kingdom come, all rich and bare
But they will never go down in history

sa la ma ah ah
we are of the love

sa ah ah ah ah
love is important in the world


woe woe woe woe woe
we are always in love with our lives

dee ah dee ah dee ah
love will be ours forever


ma ah ah ah ah
love will be important forever

to to to to to
hteb loves nai


canata canata canata canata
hteb loves the ray of the sun

ot ot ot ot ot
nai loves hteb


ta ta ta ta ta
the stars are beautiful

sa sa sa sa sa
the moon is beautiful

How do we take control of our story once we’re dead?
How do we write the wrongs that men have written
Over and over and over again
Seared into our minds like a brand
You see, we don’t see you for what you were
We only see you as how you were told
Just another hedonistic woman in history whose own downfall was herself
Its all out of your control now
Your image is wrecked and ruined
You’ve been forgotten and ******
By both the gods and the people
And the worst part is
Is that no one can ever truly fix that
And it makes you think
How many times has this happened?
Again and again and again

as her ladies paint
her blue blood on her lips
Cleopatra speaks:
“queens die like this:
with the theatrics
of the crowning ceremony
and the proud negligence
of the morning toilette:
the gods-awful magnificence
of a wrist-flick:
draw me my milk bath,
bring me my venom pills.”

to become immortal, you must devour
the gods. begin with the god of fear

and when the god of the nile
floods your heart's temple
lay your offerings underwater.

The whip lands
on labyrinth of lines.

The shout, filled
with a hopeless prayer -
”jahve!”

The scream,
prelude of the charm
that death whispers.

Pharaoh takes
a bite
sweet grapes
satisfy
as much as
the queen's *******.