30.7.14

PAIN - QUEEN OF HEAVENS (ANNELIESE PART 2)

You lose your way in the light
Oh, you shine so bright
You're the only who should your head up high
Walking through the holy, diving through the sky
You're the only one who can truly ascend
In a lighted straight way with not one bend
You're the only one with a truly shining face
You're the only one who can step out fron disgrace
You're the only one who can see the way
You're the body that is never to decay

The dead have screamed with me
The injustice you were to see
Anneliese Michel has died
How ironic, only the dead fucking cried

Ann, oh teach us your lesson
Please show us your heaven
Please guide our way through
When the time comes we shall join you

PAIN - ANNELIESE MICHEL

Intro:-

Anyone heard of the movie called "Exorcism of Emily Rose".
Anneliese michel is the real "Emily Rose".
Exorcisms have been practiced on Annelliese until she was convinced that she was a sinner and starved herself to death when she only had epilepsy.

Annelise Michel died in 1975

POEM

Young lady has been stained
Young lady has gone insane
The lady meets a deadly fate
A result of the evil we create

Belial, Judas and Legion
Three once men now demons
Treason, insanity and murder
All put upon her as a mortal burden

First comes the murderous Cain
Who carries every murder's blame
Seconds comes Belial the worthless
Invading her body and soul remorseless

Third comes the tyrancy of Nero
He who's killed men and heroes
Fourth comes the student of the christ
He who is blind of the light

Fifth comes legion the mad
Thousands of possessions he had
Sixth comes the morning star
To show us that we are the origin of what devils are

When the devils commit no crimes
When men fight upon the dimes
You know they'll stop at no cost
You know we are completely lost

A poor girl dies in fears
A scum human gives no tears

Anneliese Michel young and well (left)
Anneliese Michel days before death (right)

PAIN - SPEECH FOR AN ANGEL

This little light of mine
This golden glow, so divine
The glow you passed on to me
All I use to be able to see

This golden glow, so divine
What you left before you died
All I used to be able to see
Is the memories of what you used to be

What you left before you died
Guidance with a boy broken inside
These feelings I can no longer hide
The memory, it's pain will never subside

Forgive my lack of sense
But I wish for your presence
Please answer this call
I will never be whole

Please hear the speech
I hope my words reach

The hero
Golden halo
Thank you
I grew

Artwork by the magnificent Laila Wahdan

PAIN - DISCONNECT

Intro:-
I think this is the best poem on this set, it has been written by myself and Amr Alaa Sarhan.
It speaks of the journey a child goes through to discover the sad truth about the world

POEM

Born, found liquids within me flow
Basically I thought I was but a clone
A life of happiness, all I've known
In this silent place I have grown

A house full of respect
No flaws to detect
A child too innocent to suspect
That it was just a disconnect
Reality disconnect

Constantly I looked up to every hero
Soldiers of justice chasing virtue
Only wanted to be a hero like you
Evolved now to see none of it was true

As I stood at the doorstep of the madhouse
Unrecognizable sound, blurry vision
Too hesitated to make a decision
A far faint light shines
I shall enter and cross the line
After a while I start to realize
There were no fireworks ignition
I've walked into a land far beyond superstition
Hypocrisy infection, religious deception
Glorified lies, morality dies
Deceiving leaders, imprisoned truth seekers
Famous junkies starving countries
And the far faint light
Was just another gunfight
That was an overwhelming shock
Enough to undermine my principles
And be convinced that to live in this society
I must join the flock

I must become one
To the world I must succumb
For virtue there is no space
Discovered the nature of this race
Now I have truly "grown"
To possess a heart of stone
No longer hearing the gunfight's noise
I've given in, I had no choice
This is not what I desire
I wish to rise higher
There was always a price to pay
The old me is distantly faraway
Never wanted to be this way
But either this or be the prey

The evil has taken over me
I seek to become any hero I can be
The young I try to teach
But this lesson can not be preached

29.7.14

PAIN - A GLIMMER

Intro:-
This post contains two small poems that state direct morals.
Poem #2 by Amr Alaa Sarhan.

Poem #1:-

Sins are a part of life
Sins are a tool of the strife
We all sin but sin differently
If you sin, sin pridefully
Your soul objective is to control
The outcome of the sins, the overall
To be certain you're dead
Without one sin you've spread

Poem #2:-

Walking down this boulevard
To find it's but a graveyard
Designed luxuriously by the old
Designed to be holy and cold
Sidelines covered with fences
They tend to call them defences
To hold your soul bound
So you wouldn't wander around
At last my soul has risen
Taken down the fences
Leave the herd behind
"Doubt everything, find your own light"

PAIN - SCAR

Splitting apart my veins
The scar reminds me I'm insane
The scar whispers a truth in my ear
That I am unlucky to be here

The scar blackens before my eye
Promising to stick until I die
The scar darker than dark
Promises an eternal mark

Oh, you unholy scar
How you kill me from afar
Constantly in rapid growth
Denying me what I'm worth

Oh, unholy scar what are you?
Oh, unholy scar there is no clue
I feel you're growing within
Somehow I know what's happening

PAIN - DEPREZIUM II

Intro:-
Deprezium has not died but has only been resurrected.

POEM

The agony of this universe
Reincarnated to distribute the curse
I've come to punish sin with pain
A pain enough to drive one insane

I am the superior creation
Sole purpose is sanity annihilation
Strong but inside defenseless
Taste the potence of the relentless

I don't want it, I was born for it
Never will know by what you were hit
Electricity and static in your veins
Waves of heat mixed with the shame

Reality not what it seens
Like imprisoned in dreams
Boiling blood rushes through your head
Makes you wish you were dead

Gave into your whispering sin
Slaughtered her and also him
The power the likes of you seek
That power upon you I'll wreak

May your dreams slay one another
May you feel a pain like no other
Only blackness you can see
You'll now cease to be

PAIN - DEPREZIUM I

Intro:-
Ever wondered who's been through the most pain ever? Enjoy "Deprezium I".

POEM

Under a curse my life's been set
Seen nothing but torture and regret
Never knew what happiness meant
It was never anything I met

Never seen a happy day
Chained in eternal dismay
I walk the long dark way
An eternal blackness blocks sun of the day

Brother, sister and wife fell
Inside me, memories dwell
Alive yet burned by hell
Trapped in misery's cell

Forced to kill my birth-givers
One fatal stab, a bloody river
My only success was the misery I deliver

Reflecting on all I've done
An opaque reflection I look upon
Remembering now all is gone
Staring at a sky with no sun

Cursed for no reason
Eager for my leaving
Nothing left to believe in
Nothing left to feel within

I feel a spiritual offending
One that asks for no defending
My life it is finally ending
Body and soul ascending

PAIN - THIRD EYE


Intro:-

This poem criticizes how society looks at religion and states that it is a personal choice and nothing but an invidual's lifestyle.

POEM

Pretty sure this is all untrue
Pretty sure I can't really trust you
Pretty sure you don't know what's right
Pretty sure I haven't yet seen the light

What's the proof I will rise to heaven?
What if it's just full of devils?
What's a proof I will fall in hell?
Who are you to really tell?

Something holy but contradicting
I wanna see what's so really addicting
You have lost respect from me
Peace used but not peacefully

I truly believe in more
You can't see what I'm searching for
What's beyond a holy asphyxiation
I seek the strength to beat damnation

I must light the way to see
How to use peace peacefully
I mean to see no sky
The opening of my third eye

Can't you see the pain you're inflicting?
Doesn't it feel a little contradicting?
Never knew that violence is so addicting
I wish you knew to what you're clinging

It's something beautiful god has blessed
I guess we find it easy to make a mess
Such a disgrace to our modern time
How we fail to open our third eye

I am released from the asphyxiation
Off to seek the spell of true creation

PAIN - RISE

Break the nature, overcome
Prove they aren't what you'll become
Crush the normal, be the one
Prove the others deaf and dumb

I have rised to a level
Where angels become devils
Rise above the hate and the jealousy
Rise above what the fate wants you to be

Rise above to divine level
Rise above, be an angelic devil
Rise above the lust and the envy
See the corrupt truthfully

Rise above, be a god of the mind
Rise above, come to finally find
The mind's too strong to control
Stand strong, bright and tall

PAIN - LOSS

The world is full of strange things that seem natural in our eyes because they are natural but their sensation is never natural to the one who meets them.
Today I want to manifest and show a case of one of those things and that thing is the pain of loss, how the efforts or passions of our lives accumulate over months and years only to be lost in a matter of one second. We find it hard to believe that what we have built over the time of our whole lives or what we've lived by all this time has gone and vanished in one second because for all the time we've been building or living by this thing/person we were constantly denying that it could ever be gone but suddenly it's vanished.
Whether the pain of loss that we have gone through is the death of a beloved or an idol, a denial for all the progress we've made for a certain cause or even a loss of a moral we've grown by for the rest of our lives it's inevitable that one will lose such a thing throughout their life but what must be understood is that we are humans that have grown from inventing fire as if it's a miracle to now surpassing the velocity of sound as if it's nothing, we are a constantly evolving race and we were made for nothing certain but to adapt to any conditions that we could possible adapt to which does not mean we should not mourn upon our loss but that we accept our loss and use it to evolve ourselves because in my opinion the strongest evolving occurs when we go through pain.
I am not an optimist, just try to relate beyond the lines.

PAIN - BATTLEFIELD

Intro:-
I have never believed that war was part of our instincts but to benefit the "higher" people and this is exactly what this poem is talking about, how war never is pleasing for the warrior and that there is no honor in it.
Every verse and the next shifts between the point of view of the man and his soul.

POEM

Arms numb from the weight of the rifle
Surrounding desperate use of the bible
Hate and lies, I'm stuck inside
I only seem to be alive

Gone numb from the survival
Surrounding whispers "no revival!"
Any peace I have been denied
Couldn't you have left me behind?!

Any mercy to my body I decline
Palms sweaty standing in the frontline
My heart beats and my blood boils
Soul swallowed with every recoil

Any mercy to your soul you decline
I start to decay, I'll never be fine
To you I'm forced to be loyal
How can you feel so royal?!

A crushed skull, shot in the head
Instantly I bleed as I drop dead
My men! Remember me...don't forget
Blacked out with a whole life to regret

To demise, I've been led
To demons, I've been fed
On a shelf of lost souls I've been set
All of your dark sides I have met

My fighting all in vain
No one else to blame
My soul trapped in demise
To myself I must apologize

Where is all your honor and fame?
It's absence puts me in pain
Our unification I now can realize
How me and me share our cries

PAIN - TRUE ENEMY

Intro:-

This one speaks of our only true enemy which is ourselves.

POEM

The pieces fall around of me
The entire world's an enemy
Heavens now have come to see
How I am cursed eternally

The pieces fall back to place
The enemy wears no face
Souls gone with no trace
Shame of a self-disgrace

The pieces now a memory
A divine plan meant for me
Have you now come to see?
There is no true enemy

Hunans lost in time and space
Devils fall from their grace
Lost in your own eternal maze
A man is what he really hates

A human is only but a seed
I am perfectly meant to be
Constant denials of breaking free
Your soul now belongs to me

The pieces crushed with no trace
Inside yourself you never gaze
You create my only grace
Bound in your solid chains

You hate the enemy..
You trace the enemy..
You face the enemy!
You embrace the enemy.

PAIN - NEVER DIE

Intro:-

This poem speaks of the limitless power of the people upon their authorities.

POEM

Tired we start to get
In a freedom you've set
So much lies fed
Alive or breathing dead?

You shouldn't mess with me!
I'm never one, always a "we"
You shouldn't fucking bound me!
You know I can get deadly

Tired of the deceival
The system is evil
Your false justice trials
You're pure vile!

I'll crush your false salvation
Tear apart all your creation
I seek the true final annihilation
Of your never-ending damnation

See? I'm still alive
Can you not hear cries?
See? We never die
Each with his free mind

Leave behind this delusion
To seek only one conclusion

Eradicate your black lies
Live a life we do not despise
Mute crows and no child cries
Our will shall never die

PAIN - INTRO

I apologize for the delay it took to publish this.
This is my 15th set and it's called "Pain".
Unfortunately my partner Yousef Youssry does not work with me anymore.

4.7.14

CHRONICLES OF RELIGIOUS FEVERS - SINNED TO BE DEPRESSED

Intro:-
Let us tell you something about modern Egypt, we don't take mental illness seriously. If a person is suffering, they either suck it up and shut up about it or they seek God's guidance; because mental illness is thought to be deficiency in faith, poor compliance to rules and a wrath from God. They rarely notice that it might be just a medical condition.
This is the last poem of our set ad it's about a boy suffering from depression and no one noticed till it was too late.
N.B. it's all fictional, but who knows it might have actually happened to some people.

POEM

Depressed, compressed
Feelings in this house suppressed
Torn, ignored
The stinky shirt for months I've worn
Denied, petrified
Dingy bed, night and day go undefined
A headache, a voice
Speaking, not my first choice
Constant fight
Starved yet no appetite
Fries or peas
Just the thought through my body squeezed
Dead, glum
I lay forever numb

Blame, shame
Of this boy holding my name
Weakness of religion
Prayers cut out like a clean incision
Religion prescripts
Pray or breathe to get hit
Dead glum
He lays forever useless and numb!

Dust, socks
I clean round him around the clock
Stiff, solid
I never imagined I bore a heart so horrid
Pain, suspicion
His hollow eyes may be more than contrition
The boy dead and glum
May be saved from being numb

Hopeless, helpless
Seen dozens of this lame abyss
On such, I feed
Keep them till I satisfy my greed
"Your son is not glum'
"He has only gone spiritually numb"

Religions involved
Humans devolved
False presumptions
Beauty made into destruction
History narrates tragedies
Made by "faithful" prodigies
Why must we kill?
Under the name of His will
Why must we torture?
Claiming it's His order
Angel's gone dead and glum
He will lay forever numb

CHRONICLES OF RELIGIOUS FEVERS - HOLY FIRE

Intro:-
This poem is about people in a village in Russia sickened by a condition known as ergotism. Their extremities become gangrenous (means their toes, fingers, ear lobes are black and they fall off), and their bodies become convulsive (which they explained as the "devil's possession"). They later found out that it's just a fungi called ergot that infected their rye (used to make bread), not the devil's scheme to destroy their good souls.

N.B. (the ergotism part is true, but the events in the poem are fictional; although some people were burned because they had that condition)
Artwork taken from  http://bjws.blogspot.com/2014_01_28_archive.html?m=1

POEM

"Ah!" She yelped "Is that a crack I behold?!"

"Is that rot oozing in my child's throat?!"

"Nipples both droughty and gangrene from the dripping"

"Shawl on hair I snatched with fingers throbbing"

"Wrapped it around breasts and coaxed till only milk trickled"

"Through blue jerking lips tot suckled"

"Oh my Malish suck to get strong"

"The portruding veins in your eyes are surely from the cold"

His chubby legs turn and twitch

And from his teensy foot flowed a brown stench

"Oh Babushka's forseeings in the field were true"

"It's god's punishment for the rye I snitched"

"Ah! My baby's soul the devil stole"

"And now I collect his fallen thumbs in my shawl"

Babushka told with her gnawed tongue and decaying gum

And now the saints and natives for malish have come

Women, children and men march in pure contempt

Vexed by the hovering cloud of the infected scent

They've come to burn their "curse"

Cold eyes pursue their goal with no remorse

"We're to take that devil's seed and send it back to hell"

Into their superstitious lies the foolish mother fell

And so she tossed the the screaming child into Babushka's arms

The shawl roped around his belly to muffle "the devil's" chant

The pulley squeaks as Malish is lowered in the fire

His screams rising into shrills like that of a divine choir

She could hear his ruffled breaths, his sizzling flesh

And stood still and steady, a proud mother of her baby's death

The village sang "The devil has been burned!"

"Satan, is your lesson yet learned?!"

"The sons of god never withdrew!"

"Oh my lord, we've killed the devil for you!"

Lightning struck as the Earth shook

Heavens screamed and all men looked

To see the golden glow in the sky

Instinctually all knew it was the Divine

The lord the Almighty has spoken

To answer a desperate call of the brainless broken

"I have come to curse the world"

"For the blood of the boy you murdered"

The so-called sons of the lord

Heard the fires as it roared

Readying up to imprison their souls

I wreak havoc upon them all

The child was innocent

Your judgement false

Now in the air fly his remnants

In the village of now lost souls

His ashes softly in their lungs settled

To butcher and fry through their blood vessels

The brown rot now flowed across the streets

Seeping through their "Sunday" hoods seams

"Taste the wrath of God upon thee"

"The village cursed for all eternity"

CHRONICLES OF RELIGIOUS FEVERS - DANDELION'S PLAGUE

Intro:-
Around the 1300s something fun reached the shores of Italy, it's called the Black Death.Let me tell you why they called it that; it was caused by a virus that took three forms, one that infected the nodes, another that attacked the lungs, and the third poisoned the blood. The sanitation in Europe at that time was nearly non-existent, so the disease spiraled across Europe killing millions of people. You should know that this disease traveled around by rats.

Doctors were helpless and ignorant, they had no idea how to treat this disease. So the church took command, and in the midst of frustration started accusing people (75% of them women) that they were witches! 9 million women died in that era because they were said to perform dark magic.
This poem is about the Val Camonica's witch trials in the 1500s in Italy. All the events are true; the torture methods, the bishops capturing people, even the meadows are real. Only the characters are our creations.

N.B. E'una bella giornata : It's a beautiful morning        
Dottore : Doctor        
Singorina : Miss        
Dente di leone : Dandelions

POEM

"No garment ... no garment covering my body"

"What body? Rather pink warts and burning polyps"

"My eyes squirmed among the blisters to watch him too shy to study"

"E'una bella giornata" her voice graveled by the plagues wallops

He nods and beneath the handkerchief contorts a smile

"Signorina" he muffled. "I was summoned by your neighbours"

"Mi dispiace" she rasped. "They must be by the scent defiled"

His eyes shifting,  the physician approached to conquer the fading light.

"Where are your servants, signorina?" He asked disgusted but polite

"Call me Caterina" she attempted a smile. "They retreated for their lives"

"But that soft quilt was by my kind maiden styled"

Her brightened mood struck him, and he shakly pulled the quilt.

"Dottore, please don't cover me, my decaying skin is on fire"

He descended to his knees to view the barbarous design

Lips twitching,  nose oozing stench,  nipples blemished.

She coughed her lungs out, blood spurting spots of carmine.

Moans of agony stopped his sudden flinch

He caught her mutilated eyes, his thumbs on his forehead pinched

"Caterina, I can offer no help"

"In this grand scheme of God's penalty,  I am a helpless wretch"

She inhaled a slow easy breath and whispered "I smell dandelions"

Among the death shrieks that roamed the streets

And the rotten bodies' filth that raped the breeze

Caterina recalled a memory and closed her aching eyes

And muted the razors paddling through her neck and thighs

She visioned the wide meadows before the Black Death streak

Erased from her memory tales about mass graves

About bodies in the meadow with no coffins only sheets

She visioned behind her eyelids the grand bonnet on her golden hair

The satin dress ribbons and a fearless young heart's flare

The dandelions carried by the gentle wind above the green grass,

And chuckles raced her breath as she strode in the shadow of youth's glare

Now, her breath is raced by poison through her blood.

"I smell dandelions" she whispered again, and her eyes tear up.

The solid stare in his eyes softened as he plead.

"Caterina, in the name of the Saints forgive me, I'm your knell"

"Do not fret faithful dottore. There's no cure for all the ill"

"No!" He hastened to explain but it was in vain

For the church's bishops had crashed through the door with chains

"In the name of God" the bishop spat. "In the name of Val Camonica's Saints"

"You wicked instrument of Satan is declared a witch, a murderous fiend"

"You recited devilish spells to bring our people the plague"

"Your neighbours swore a witness of wicked magic, thunder and earthquakes"

"You are hereby sentenced to public torture and balzing stakes"

The black robed men chained her limbs and roped her hair

And across the floor dragged her frail skin

Skin are pink shreds tearing like dandelion specks flying into the air

Helpless lady chained and dragged in the streets

Stomped and kick by hundreds of men's feet

Diseased lady with no power to even scream

Villagers shout "there is the wife of the fiend"

Hopeless lady thought to be a witch

The dragging stops as she starts to twitch

"Beat her to death" the shouts said

"But that way she"ll be quickly dead!"

Boiled oil be spilt in the witch's eye

The witch is not yet allowed to die

"Torture her and pour some more!"

"Punish the deeds of the devil's whore!"

"Find her the tiniest, rusty cage"

"Let her taste the nation's rage"

"Lock it with chains so there is no way to flee"

"Let it dangle from the strongest tree"

"It has been decided, we shall do so"

"Leave her to hang and have her flesh eaten by the crows"

Wails for mercy pierced through her hushed ears

It's like listening from the depths of undisturbed seas

Wrestled, she come to open her eyes to a crimson veil

Dripping blood from her torn scalp clouded her once blue eyes

She squeezed them hard and red tears trailed

The scene theatric, each soul just in its place

Clerks with hands crossed as they observed the bustling stage

A perfect circle of dangling bodies like hanging oranges from trees

Hot wrought iron slowly gutting, intestines spiralling on lea

Torches incinerated, while flesh rotated like goats for a feast

"Dente di leone" she smiled, as fire blazed near

The eager punisher laughing like a beast.

CHRONICLES OF RELIGIOUS FEVERS - ELIXIR OF LIFE

Intro:-
Another one about how ignorance and fear, and blind faith in religion can result in disasters.This time the disease is Polio myelitis (means inflammation of the spinal cord matter).  The problem with this disease is that it has the symptoms of a cold, but before you know it you're paralyzed and your body is deformed. It can look disturbing, even "demonic".

N.B. all the events in this poem are purely fictional.

POEM

Once upon a time far far away

In a golden kingdom on an infected bay

The men's prayer shook the palace like a beast

"Oh lord have mercy upon us" cried the priest

Rush to the rails and watch them drop still

The once green hills now matted by the wailing ill

"Oh! The good people sickened, they scream and crawl"

"The golden kingdom must not fall"

"We must all labor to find a way"

"To eternally wipe out this fascist plague"

"A potion? A prayer, or do we drought the bay?"

"No, loyal courtmen, I now shall sail away"

"In search of the Amrita, the elixir of life"

"And I, the king, shall lead this strife"

Moons after moons in thirst and heat

Stings of scorpions and soldiers' sanities fleet

Stumbled through seas and lands

Finally to reach an ocean of sands

Delusions of the mind drilled on the boulders

Moulded them into stretched jaws and begging smoulders

My head I slammed with my hands and called on the heavens

To spare my sanity and omit these swevens

Ghosts emerged saying "These are the faces of kings and soldiers"

"Who've sought this Amrita for disorder"

But for greed I do not want it

And so it emerged from among the silt

"Use it well" the ghosts spoke

"For in each cord of life is a thread of death"

"Mix it with water and lace it with bread"

"Upon my soul, my kingdom shall have no dead"

"My king the plague is defeated but a fret is in due"

"Amrita is drained" said the priest "not a drop is there for you"

Lungs petrify into a pair of sponges

Vomit drips on his throne and pins through the neck plunge

He screamed "Remove those thorns beneath my skin"

No reply, so his nails scratched the delusional stings

Straps of skin clung to his nails

His bones started to frail

They swirled and swirled into solid rolls

Like tendrils of grapes but grey, stiff and cold

And so his limbs and ribs deformed

And his courtmen threw him in a filthy volt

"This is the work of a curse" announced the devious priest

"For befouling our fathers' sacred potion"

They did not bother to rub their heads long

Their minds were made that the once king is now a worthless frog

The "good" people bustled to the hills

And with their immortal hands set the cross still

They had to manipulate his limbs like clay

To defy the contortion that fashioned its own way

His finger digging in his holy book, the priest preached under "the "cursed's" feet

Worrying about the two stolen spoons of Amrita beneath holy sheets

CHRONICLES OF RELIGIOUS FEVERS - FALL OF ARES

Intro:-
Hippocrates, father of western medicine, was highly skilled in performing brain surgeries. He was also the first to announce that seizures had nothing to do with the wrath of the gods, that it was purely physical. This poem is about an army commander who loses his first war, and he's devastated, scared of Ares' (God of war) punishment.

N.B. the surgery part is true, along with the instruments. The rest is fictional.
Trephine is a surgical instrument used to make circular inscisions, like ones in a skull.

POEM

My spartan brothers share my battlefield

The man to my right is my shield

Warriors of river Styx eternally victorious

Warriors of Olympus, so glorious

High hopes left us cold and dead

The enemy has interrupted our tread

Shocked men crawl in search for their swords

Slayed men telling their very last words

I see my undefeatable army tremble

Might becomes fear with failure to assemble

How has the enemy interrupted our tread?!

Scraps of wood and blood on my head

Sky moves slowly and the ground turns light

My army has lost their very first fight

In a confused storm of men, I hear the screams "RETREAT!"

In a haunting shadow of our first defeat

"Golden crimson sand, my ears defeaned"

"Chopped arms, dangling nerves, swords through throats driven"

"Threads of sun-baked skin holding a mutilated his face like delicate feathers"

"Begs from my warrior's eyes and shrieks like those of a disgruntled griffin"

"I plunge my merciful sword through his heart and pray I'm forgiven"

The overthrown commander falls to the ground

Coiling in agony, jaws clenching, breathing bound

His once feared armor now stained by streams of his people blood

His body against the heavy metal clamored and skin cut

Froth splattered from his mouth, tongue trapped between his teeth

Eyes lost in head, bones start to creak

Warriors wounded and weary stood silent and still

Following his writhing torso with glaring eyes

"Let him be" whispered one. "That's Ares will"

"The wrath of Him drills through his brain"

"Holy spears chisels his sanity to pay for his sin"

"That's not god's will" Hippocrates culled.

"It's blood and humour trapped beneath his skull"

Solemn, he knelt and slowly turned his head

His seizures stopped and so all gasped and crept

"Carry him carefully" he lulled "and lay him on a clean bed"

Smooth trephines, smooth circles in his skull

He drained the blood and with linen rags stuffed

Glimmer in commander's eyes returned

With honest prayers to Ares it yearned

Torn between what's real and what's safe Hippocrates smiled

"Medicine and god saved your master mind in this unfortunate night"

CHRONICLES OF RELIGIOUS FEVERS - THE WEDJAT

Intro:-
I know it's a weird title, it means (Eye of Horus). Horus, in ancient Egypt, was the protector of the people. They claimed his eye was watching over them all the time. In this poem a queen has an eye infection (which was most common after the Nile flood), and you're going to see how they used to make up as a "magical" way for Horus protect those who wore it.N.B. also events are entirely fictional. Although Sirius was a star that indicated the beginning of the River flooding; and the spell she's saying was truly recited while putting makeup.

POEM

Shimmer dancing on her unveiled thighs

Shimmer from marble fountains, shimmer from golden arches

All made by the grand glow of Sirius the star

She playfully brushed aside the linen strap

And made her sparkling skin a brighter star than those in the sky

Then she tenderly unhooked the cross threads

To let the porcelain white dress free to fly

The gemmed necklace unlocked, cluttered against the faience

To grant the perky shimmer a bare chest to pry

She lies across the sheets and stroked the gold crown to the ground

Her short raven locks dangling over her eye

"Ow! You wicked maiden. The remedy you designed is wretched"

"Burns! Burns eating my eye, tears bulging into a sty"

"My queen, the drug is from the god's river"

"Reckoned and blessed, with my clean hand I plied"

"The night is a new year and so the river floods"

"You fool! You must wait until the land is dry"

"Sirius glimmer I can no longer spy!"

"Come now and don't fret my glorious queen"

"Rest your eyes and your back peacefully lie"

"As I mix the ore of kohl and the green copper"

"And chant the sacred rhyme that keeps god's cure nigh"

"Welcome thou splendid eye of Horus"

"To combat the threat of any god or godess"

The benevolent sunlight brightens the endless sky

The god has been awakened from his shrine

"To the eyes of this mortal woman"

"Protection behind me, protection here comes protection"

Under the eye of Horus no pharaoh shall die

The river flows as the kohl goes dry

CHRONICLES OF RELIGIOUS FEVERS - INTRO

This is my 14th set on this blog.
This set is a very special one as Nada Deban and I wrote this set together.
Nada's style that you all have seen in "Legend of the whore" clashes with my style in this set to create something that hopefully all of you will like.
This set speaks about how people, society and cultures associated religion with medicine over the years until this day.