I’m spoken in rage and live beyond the grave, Pharaohs sealed me in tombs of gold and stone, One broken seal and families rot for years, Yet skeptics laugh until I claim their own.

My purity a problem, inclusions make me shine. The solutions to all problems, or optimistic outline. Drink from me water for wine will take my taste. Loved by kings and artists, hated in a race.

I am used to usually sit in place, maybe rock or roll, but I am not used to deliver the death penalty anymore. You can find me in Classrooms and restaurants and offices and homes .

I am the hymn of what once was whole, a silent scribe of a vanished soul. I wear the grey of memory’s veil, In death, I speak what life won’t tell. I mark the end, yet still a prize, what am I, from which phoenix rise?

I slip into cups without a single sound, Kings fear me more than any blade or war, One tiny drop and empires crumble slow, Yet doctors use me to heal what I destroy.