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chrisarmyofone...
In the shadow of the pyramids, under Ra’s burning gaze,
Sands of secrets whisper old, through the sun’s relentless blaze.
Tombs hold tight the pharaoh's dreams, wrapped in linen lies,
Gods of old, their stories told under endless skies.
Shadows rise, in the underworld,
Whispers call, the unfurled.
Eyes of fire in the dark,
Souls tread where the lost embark.
Hieroglyphs on temple walls, speak of power and might,
Priests chant spells by candlelight, through the sacred night.
Golden masks with eyes so bright, guarding the royal sleep,
Legacies carved in stone so deep, secrets they still keep.
Shadows rise, in the underworld,
Whispers call, the unfurled.
Eyes of fire in the dark,
Souls tread where the lost embark.