Footsteps

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Child of a prophet

What made you so heartless

Firing missiles at scarred kids

As they play with toy rockets

A pharaoh in the land

But retrace your steps

Walk through Egypt’s sands

Gaze at Pharaoh’s hands

You watched the waves crashing down

Then rose to haughty heights

You chose tyranny over piety

Was your soul worth the price?

But the Hour awaits

The Trumpet will be blown

And the children will watch

As Pharaoh leads you home