Doberman Pharaoh, or Destiny Wore a Bondage Mask

To and fro, through freeze and thaws, from zenith to nadir! The universal tug of war, saw lines drawn in the sand appear. Divisions for a promised land, and Hell for those that dwelt, beneath a Pharaoh’s granite hand, where death wed something else. Millennia swam passed, since the covened Ark, ran aground on Ararat! But anew, tempered shadows grew, out of Midian's strewing fear. Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms, led a desert son to sear. From the palace orchard I espied, where swooning trees and moonbeams vied. For the painted eye of the royal bride, whose gliding curves were deified. Beyond her grace where love would die, wretched destiny arrive! Back and forth the prophet came, riddled with a tongue of plagues. That would render mighty Egypt lame, if the rage of God stayed unassuaged. I listened with a heavy heart, but unyielded to the threats. This Hebrew in a jackal’s mask, would dredge into effect. Thenceforth the Nile reddened, as if Set stretched his hand to beset the damned! And bruised with flies, the skies grew leadened. But these miracles, feared, were all but reared, By nature, whose law alone stood that revered. Thus hysteria passed, but still the mark, of Yahveh burned on in the dark! One final time, on the steps to the shrine of Thoth, I twined with fate! Let my people go, still my word is "no". Then Death shall be the deciding plague. Since the crimes divine I left behind, I’d warred with every tribe that plied, in holy vestment, but with time. Bored sore of clawing what was mine. I laid my bones and made my throne, with a view to paradise. Thenceforth the heavens deafened, as if great beasts were unleashed to feast on man. And with carrion span Michael was weaponed, to descend with scorn, a dark reform, through Pi-Ramses skinning mine and her firstborn! Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark, of Yahveh bleeding in the dark! With nauseous dawn, a cry forlorn! Unified from plazas deep. The prophet’s curse, far worse had worked, to wrest the war in me from sleep. Drowned in night, a downward light, bathed the snaking exodus. Through the wilderness, as the aeons crept, impressed with fresh bloodlust.