By my tomb’s view

…….In my tomb, cross my arms as if I was pharaoh, not for divine authority but because I’ve tamed an inner wisdom that was feral, because of which I’ve escaped much peril, I have children so I’m asking for no mural, their mind, flesh and bones was just me being thorough, god manifested into my little girl, one day my son will help move and shape the world, all hands on deck, this is not a drill, they are the ends of my family linkage, they are more then mere trinkets, greater than any slap, that will only turn the man’s face pinkish, I tried to Instill in them what greater minds thinketh, but It is arrogance thinking it is only my work on display, thousands before me help to get us to this day, a trajectory of one lost soul would’ve threw us off a long way, we construct the next world from the way we live today, this is why some of my early ancestors buried their dead upright as if they were about to pray.