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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Let not the pain of death enter my body I the Pharaoh, son of the gods Here my wife, who is the daughter of the Nile The daughter of Isis sits beside my throne, Is she not beautiful? I live and roam the abode of the gods, In eternity I stay with the majesties Of the immortal gods Mortality has no hold of me I alone carry the staff of Osiris, Behold! I judge thy weight of the heart, With that of the golden feather Thoth that measures thy heart shall tell me of thy heart’s content. If I find thy heart lighter than the feather; And find thy honesty, I shall let you enter the heaven of the gods and goddesses. If not, then, a beast to devour thee, waits for the dishonest. Know me by my throne, made of gold I am cloth with ornaments made of jade and sapphire, White silk of clothing, with jewels from faraway lands. Anyone that dear look down upon me shall die And those that despise me, shall fine their homes burned down, with fires from heaven. Who am I? I have asked thee Look at Anubis, the son of Nephthys bringer of death. Do you await him to bring me great sorrow? Shall he warp me with a yard of cloth? Shall I find peace in death and my fate be judge by him? If so, I have a place among them. My afterlife is in paradise, their awaits a bundle of joy With music of the immortal, with harps, lutes, lyres And servants to tend to my every need. But even if I die, the weight of mine own heart, shall be as light as a feather. For I know mine own honesty. As I sail across the sandbank of Apophis, I have my guide, Ra, the god of the sun to light my path No monstrous serpent of chaos shall wreck his boat, The boat in which, I am in. So, I ask thee, traveler from the west What is thy business with a god? Look at my palace, is it not magnificent? Has is not, the decoration and flowers that surpasses all human designs? I have built these with rocks Sands was the foundation of my legacy, Shall all things compare to that of the past days? I carry the burden of my glory, and yes, it is heavy. But will such foundation as the sand be strong enough to hold against the tide? Love is abiding that is true, but only in those who welcomes it. My love for my beautiful wife, oh! How well have I been treated With love from her is better than any pleasure a man can have. Faithful to the gods or my wife? That I know not.
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