The white slave in Egypt

They have sent me on a fools mission,
To kill the woman of my dreams.
No! Not with guile or guise…
Something much more subtle and swift.
I have been sent to love her instead,
Love her I certainly must!
Oh but when I have That sweet nectar of hers,
Bitter as gall it would become.

Tears forever etched,
On a heart deprived of feeling.

A solemn trance I wish
An absolute stillness I pitch.

Come with me spirit of the nights,
Soar with me angels of the day!
Make not this eyes sore;
This heart a taste of gall!

Oh I cannot!
But a fools mission, I dare not!
Who would save this slave I cannot!
From the wrath Of the king but not!
Damn This love I must not!
Na who born monkey far off…


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