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Anubis The Forecast
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Poetry The sand ascended,
A whirlwind close-by.
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 thereafter,
In normal life;
I drowned into the lake,
Death had grabbed me tight.
