As Stray Stars Wander About
There lies a hidden temple
beneath the black earth. Concealed within the forgotten chasms of this third eye. A
pyramid arched towards those vague constellations where stray stars wander about. As
Anubis points his pale finger to the shadowy depths below,these cyclical sands sifting
upwards & downwards, like the bellowing lungs of hungry tornadoes caught in this
shifting hourglass, & as the hour peaks its head over the lands they scurry like a million
mice over the plains of this barren desert..... & bloodstains the sands, Placing a Promethean
gift in your upturned hand.Set slashes the throat of Osiris,that radiant heart of the sun.
Only to have his breast pierced by the spear of Horus, oh how the cycle rolls on like a
gamblers pair of dice. For when Pandora's box has been opened this reflection will no
longer appear as a recognizable recollection.....
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