The Two Kings Within

 THE TWO KINGS WITHIN

Inside my chest two rulers fight

One sells me dark, One calls me light

One says “Take more, this world is mine”

One whispers “Rise… your will align”

The body bows where habit leads

To ego’s throne, to selfish needs

And every time I seek the King

The serpent wakes with sharper sting

For Pharaoh grows when truth draws near

He builds through doubt, through pain, through fear

He shows me all I’ve yet to mend

So suffering becomes a friend

Idol worship lives inside

When self alone becomes my guide

Not stone or gold—but “me” on high

The cruelest false god money can’t buy

So Torah is not words we say

But war through every living day

Who rules this heart? Who wears the crown?

The one I lift… or drag back down

And when I see how far I’ve gone

How weak by night, how false by dawn

That pain itself becomes the gate

A cry for truth… before too late

For evil grows when I choose right

Not to destroy—but bring to light

That I may know what must be burned

So all desire can be returned

To serve the One beyond my skin

And place His Kingdom deep within

Till every ache and every scar

Build one true prayer… ישר־אל