When Pharaoh, between each of the plagues of Egypt, promises to liberate the people (only to further entrench his rule), he speaks with the voice of our ego, shouting between each abuse and with each impending punishment that this cigarette is his last, that tomorrow, he promises, he will stop drinking,
That anger will never again define and rule us in such a wild way,
Pharaoh is the epitome of weakness.
Notes & Silence 
I now have a rib-tickling mental image of man in ancient Egyptian costume forgetting to remove his cigarette from his mouth before raising his pint of lager to his lips…
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