God Grows a Seed With No Water

King Tut,
You died on a cross,
Reviving a body,
That we thought was lost.

King Tut,
You slept in a tomb
Thirteen hundred years,
Then appeared in a womb.

King Tut,
The doorway was closed,
No phallus of man
Could inject your repose,

King Tut,
With the spirit of life,
But billions have tried,
As a man knows his wife.

King Tut,
When did your kingdom come?
On a hill we sit waiting
For the rise of the sun.

King Tut,
When will you come again?
Which rule is fiercer:
Mind or body of man?

King Tut,
Did the Messiah see
That when stuffed in your tomb,
You were waiting for me,

King Tut,
To proclaim that your life
Resurrected in morning
When Osiris' wife,

King Tut,
Brought her womb to be filled
By a destructive man,
Who with metal blade tilled,

King Tut,
Into your flesh and soil,
Spilling out the fine seed,
Meant for life or for oil,

King Tut,
Is it crushed or implanted,
What't the difference to man
Who by death is supplanted,

King Tut,
By a child who grows
From his father's fine phallus,
Dressed up in clothes,

King Tut,
By a mother who feeds him,
From the milk of her breast
That gives wisdom,

King Tut,
That the earth where you reign
Is the biggest illusion
That has carried your name,

King Tut,
Down from Moses to David,
Down from David to Me
And this idea we play with,

King Tut,
Is that King Tut is me,
And is Jesus,
And forever will be.