One Of The Dieties Of Egypt Poem by MAGNUS KING

One Of The Dieties Of Egypt

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Kings and servants
But mine is give and take
Pain to pleasure
And pleasures to horror
Celerity is slow
The waiting hours gone in one minute

What then is my name?
The slave or the master?
Serving exchangeable means
Differential in scenes
Absolute in shapes
Mingling with rainbow
Appearing as serial legends
Masking in bold faces
Within many races

The servant I was
Serving hastily
Serving in selection
Serving to the sky
I am good. They called
'Give me wine'
'Get me meat'

I shall! ! !
For you are my lord
Shall serve all your pleasures
With great boundless measures
While you're still king
Relax!
Relax for the time
And not forever
If you loose the scepter
In time the tables will turn
What then shall be my name?

The master I am
Like a tyrant I'm merciless
Paying crumbs for your servitude
In my vineyards
Chance wins my favor
Diligence draws my face of attention

What then is really my name?


The god I am;
Like Xerxes
I am kind
Like Pharaoh
I am ruthless
Generous and evil
Single edged and edges is my sword
Blended to the crossroads of pride and Death
Raining pleasure for my nobles
And sunning pain to my conquests
I give answers
And cause numberless tribulations
Both as a king and slave
I am the highway to your grave
Without my escort

All love me
Some like to curse
The answerer of all things
The very root of all kinds of evil
They that love me praise me in sequences
Hailing and painting my face in diverse images and colors

What then is really, really, my name?


I am Mammon the god of money
Placed on the same equilibrial scale with God
On this earth by Christ the LORD
I smile at the simple ones
For even after all these sayings and warnings
They still will not heed to Moses and the Prophets
They shall but come to me; pledging and serving
But one day I too shall die
I, the very one that hath killed many
And plundered the sons of men
I was a good servant but forever remaining a bad master
Till time calls I shall be judged
Even as He promised to Judge the gods of Egypt
For I stand as one of them

One Of The Dieties Of Egypt
Monday, July 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Philosophic mystery on wealth, power and salvation
And the very essence of money
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