{NOTE: When Osiris reigned death was not in the land. Arms were not in men's hands; there were not any wars. From end to end of the land music sounded; men and women spoke so sweetly, and out of such depth of feeling that all they said was oratory and poetry.}




My main man Osirus
a skinny dude, who died violent.
But my mans was a giant
who stood in the hood as a titan.
& had the badest chick checking his status.
Females used to regail tales of cut throat tactics to grab his attention.
So in a sense his status landed him his queen.
Take it from me she's not a dyme she's the diamond.
so.......

My homeboy first seen her in his dream,
when he approached & ask'd her name her head leaned,
she blinked & said Isis. truely a gift
For when he awoke Isis was lying by him,
holding him the tightest.
Fast asleep but smiled the brightest.
Sparkles all around her and shining.

So fine she just made people smile.
She spoke music notes- Language of the birds
Cheesing for no reason till cheeks cherry.
My man says to me that she a virgin & they getting married.
I was like, Wow !

But the whole time he had a half brother that was hating his style.
But really they rarely talked cuz he been hating a while.
About to meet up with His brother- " Get at me at The Palace " -He smiled

As he turned away -no words to say
I only heard His garments "flap"

-So-

Osirus goes to pick up some robes
From wich his muthafuckin brother probably stole.
Got there like, "come on, they in the back"
Probably told him something to distract.
And while he busy he got smote from the back. & after that.
elder Brother cut the younger up into pieces
And ordered his hethens to toss the pieces.

[ Later ]
Dis HATER in his arrogance, bloodlust and sexual temerity.
Exposed this deed to Isis...
Crushing her world w/ the treasonous news.
Only to say at the end .."MARRY ME, OR DIE BITCH, now CHOOSE!"

I was in the palace relaxing, and just happend to overhear the bastard.
- Moving to engage.
- Legs kick faster.
- Burst into the throneroom soon as she was gonna answer.
- Have-at that vic like, T-cells to cancer.
- Through dude in a Iorn Claw - Feind
- Before his sword arm could reer back.
- Ten more armed guards came to react.

As they wisked him away - no words to say
We only heard their garments "flap".

Still poised in her pose.
* Isis Arose from the throne
* Tearful Eyes shown_ glass blown_ Rosetta Stones
* Singing [speaking] in her native tone
Consider these His words and go...
& bring my husband home."
{{ Find Me !}}

She spoke "Music Notes" Like Osirus told
Yet i understood Good enough to qoute.
The Highnote she hold strikes a nerve in my soul

So..

I play my part
to bring my main mans' body back in parts.
Pretending I'm on a mission from God.
It was hard, -Hartbroken plus mentally charged.
My man used to be da GOD
Now my guy is worthless.

Traveling back I pass doctors huts and nurses.
I pass the Alchemist & Churches.
I pass the Dead House & a wagon herst
On the side mumifiers scribed a Book of Life verse.

Back at the palace to deliver OUR horrid package.
Bloodsoaked Baggaged canvas.
Her Highness Isis now glowin' with rightchous Brightness.
I enter the For'er.
Gracefully set each bag on the floor.
And back away towards the door
Had I quickly stealed away seeking the corridor.

-Never would've heard Isis's song and only catching the word "RA"
-Never would've seen her wihtest light like the morning star.
-& Canvas satchels heaving as if breathing.
-Then burst open relieving.

"What manner of special effects? "
"What omnipitent pirotecs!"

-Isis smiling, singing swirls of vermelion brightness.
Rising is the Fruition_ silhouette of my man's likeness.
from bags his essence floats up....I'm like,
"What the Fuck.. ?"

It's like watching "Voltron" form Or water pour'd in the cup.
Forming his Arm, leg, leg, Arms with Isis tangled up.
[ next ]

Brightness.. Wind... electricity,
then Isis consumed by her love
Chanting Heavily_ a doves song for romantics_ envoking a spiritual tantrum.

In the final seconds this event lasts.
"The wind of the Past" rips with a blast through the throneroom where Osirus stand
Skinny yet swolen Holds a sleeping Isis in his hands.
Her glow flounders as her sparkles and glitter disband.
Her face is strained and drianed from the trance.
She just wants to relax in his chest and absorb his grasp.
Her stomach now fat from the seed in her abb's
-Osirus turns to a Me standing
Shaking head in disbelief like,
"Welcome back fam!!!"