Parallax View (Dynasty Part 2)

Drunk on the wine that has fermented with time

Ancient soul, I am indeed...

In this lifetime I have struggled a great deal but, at least I have managed to free myself from the karmic chains I have worn since I was born..

Sworn in by the Omnipotent Creator, my master

I have done my best to walk along a somewhat decent path

The Dynasty of Ptolemy where I am from was filled with the most sinister wrath one could ever imagine

In fact, strangers still fear me to this day

Some see me coming in the distance, and before I even see who they are, they flee like cockroaches in the opposite way

There is always some witch that pops out of nowhere and insists that she will pray for me, and I try to tell her that she could not possibly know how

Like I am expected to pretend like the offer wows me in some type of way 

As if I should bow down before her and thank her for becoming a bridge to mercy...while I kiss her conniving feet

In my dynasty, I was beaten into a pulp and swallowed by the crocodiles who outline the banks of the Nile

I should be nothing more than a pile of bones, according to what the textbooks say

I know how to play the game better than most

I am not a host for he vampires to latch onto, yet, still they insist upon trying to feed

Its not my job to supply everyone else with the shit they have convinced themselves that they need

Still, I bleed for them anyway inside and out 

I go without for them all the time

Its a crime of compassion that I seem to commit just about every day in ways that many of them don't even honestly deserve

The nerve of them for coming back like a boomerang of bullshit with some plan to finagle  me for more...

When I was a whore in a former life, at least they paid me in cash...it has left a permanent imprint upon me

I lash out at innocent bystanders way too often

I am not perfect, but I plan to be eventually

A born visionary who sees right through the veil into the world beyond

My magic wand has been stored away

Hidden from view

If only they knew the shit that runs rampant through my brain, they would admit themselves to an insane asylum for sure

Impure fantasies to release my Earthen pain from living the life of a wind dancer,with the heart of a rain maker 

I will never be the answer when searching for some random part of you

Soul searcher who sees every new horizon through a very parallax view..