Now then,
Let's do the math,
God's wrath,
How many
In the motherfuckin' bloodbath?
Lost on the journey,
Followin' the 'good path'?
Don't fret, class,
We'll leave religion for last,
Alas,
You can't run
From the revelation,
From education
That Civilization
Has faith
As its ancient foundations,
So let's jump into place on
The human equation
And balance it out
With the complication
Of the Indus nation,
These Indian traders,
Made famous
Avoidin' a war with their neighbours,
No fuckin' invaders,
For two millennial ages,
Now tell me that ain't courageous?!
Now back to the history pages,
'Cos whilst the Indus chill
The war still rages,
With Sargon gone
His kids couldn't carry on,
Poor Rimush,
Lost lands that his father won,
His bro took over but Akkad's run
Of fortune, like thread was being unspun,
Manishtushu, crushed
Handed off to his son,
And the 'living god' did what none of his family had done,
Young Naram-Sin,
The linchpin,
The kingpin,
Took on the Lullibi armies
And chalked up a win,
Bringing Akkadia back from the rim
Of extinction completely,
A Victory Stele
Erected to honour him,
A six-foot sign
Made out of pink lime
Akkadia brought to its prime,
Strongest the empire was at any fuckin' time
The end of the anarchy pantomime,
Naram-Sin stepped in,
Saw his popularity climb
But the worse was to come,
A curse, a decline
And Akkad would succumb
To the Gutian mountain-scum,
But over in Egypt,
The nation was gripped
By the pyramid edict
And built that wondrous crypt
The head of a Giza Sphinx
For the dead fuckin' kings,
Maintainin' their links
To the afterlife,
Boy, did the dynasties thrive
But on the other side
Of the sand,
The land was commanded
By genocide
As the Gutian tribe
Lay waste to what they were denied,
The children of Naram-Sin couldn't hide
And the curse was fulfilled,
Rulers killed
And the heritage died,
Cut down by the pride
Of Erridupizir,
The Lord of Sumeria,
Reigning with pain and fear,
The Gutians, harsh and austere
But only for fifty years
'Till the Uruk rebellion
Put a spanner in the gears
And Sumer sheds no tears
As Utu-Hengal steps up to raucous cheers,
Where we at now,
Two millennia bee-cee or thereabouts
And somethin' is starting to sprout
In the Southeast,
The civilization of the Chinese
Dynasties unleashed
Refine these
Times of unease...
But that's reserved for part three's
Release.