The Choir Mourn of Horus Moppet

I was lost, trapped between the divine reality.

Dragging what I thought to be mine and disappear.

My mom once told me, "Oh dear, oh my gentle sonny,

You have encumbrance I could never near."

I gripped my stick, dragging my feet.

The Anubis cried bleeding on his mare.

Once I asked why, exactly fifteen thousands bit,

"My dear friend, thou see the oases are everywhere?"

I ever read after an ancient poem,

"...to never yield to any living God."

The father stepped anyway on rotten foam,

And the brothers and sisters choked on a coad.

Like stucked on a spear burning eternal,

Tho I know the bane deadly hid between the percival.

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