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Anubis the Forecast
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Poetry The sand ascended,
A whirlwind closeby.
In the tomb,
Where the dead were lain to rest.
From this storm raised,
The aspect of Anubis.
The god that attends the dead,
To the hereafter...
With robust voice raised,
He let me know:
"Dead you go!"
My destiny written down.
A day hereafter,
In normal life;
I almost drowned in the lake,
Death had grabbed me tight.
