The Pharaoh’s Confession
Poem by ARAWMANTICKS
I did not steal / nor twist the truth, /
My hands were clean / in age and youth. /
I did not curse / nor sow despair, /
I walked with grace / through temple air. /
I did not take / what was not mine, /
Nor dim the stars / that others shine. /
I did not cheat / the scales of fate, /
Nor close my heart / to love or hate. /
Now I recline / in red and gold, /
A vessel sleek / where myths unfold. /
Not bound in cloth / but lacquered light, /
A Rolls of rest / through death’s delight. /
The gods bear witness / as I glide, /
Through gates of truth / with none to hide. /
My heart is weighed / and does not fall — /
It floats like Ma’at / above it all. /
So let me pass / where lilies bloom, /
Beyond the veil / of gilded tomb. /
Luxury here / is not excess — /
It’s virtue wrapped / in timeless dress. /
Article by ARAWMANTICKS
“The Pharaoh’s Confession: Luxury, Legacy, and the Ethics of Eternity”
This design is of a sleeping pharaoh encased in a red and gold sarcophagus shaped like a Rolls-Royce. It’s a fusion of ancient ritual and modern opulence, where luxury becomes a metaphor for legacy.
The accompanying poem draws from The Book of Coming Forth by Day, specifically the Negative Confession — a series of moral declarations spoken by the deceased before divine judges. These were not boasts of virtue, but affirmations of restraint: I did not steal. I did not lie. I did not harm. In ancient Egypt, the soul’s passage depended not on wealth, but on truth.
By placing this confession within a vessel of luxury, the design asks: what does it mean to arrive at eternity in style? Is opulence a distraction, or a reflection of the life lived?
In a world obsessed with status, this piece invites reflection on a deeper kind of wealth: the kind that can be weighed against a feather and still rise.
