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THE MUMMY
Airless in the gloom
He arose at the appointed hour
Working his way
Through mounds of clay
And dirt held still
For a thousand years
Through his fetid wrap
Crumbling with decay
Shone eyes like burning coals
These beacons of wrath
Drew the Night Messenger
Towards the sleepy town
Where destiny awaited them
Smilesz. Great imagination, Terry... I love both shows..but perhaps the Mummy comes up tops. Esp its sequel..Smilesz. Take caree...