While Khepri runs through the eastern skyline
I am crawling before him
As a bright son of a new morning
Asauri
Guardian of glass like billows
Dweller in the macrocosmicon suns
Transform and burn my lungs
As I swallow a twin of mine
That I can speak through the dead
Through those in between
That I can shine with your brightness
And burn in the land of Khemet
Mother Eset
Keeper of the words of wisdom
Mother of His ghost in me
Reveal your plentitude of shapes
Could I kill my still born brother
Or guide him through your shallow
Could I kill my still born brother
Or guide him through your shallow
That I can speak through the dead
Through those in between
That I can shine with your brightness
And burn in the land of Khemet
“Where in my hands have written the ways to heal and to become invisible” -Hermes
