Did you think you deserve to be taken beyond Anubis
into the highest chambers and be absolved by the
verdict of Maat? Or better still, be whisked past
the gathering of celestials and cherubs blowing
mellifluous tunes on golden trumpets, and grace
the highest abodes? I am certain, wickedness
never condoled its hapless victims, so it should
not be condoned. You think my heart should swell
with benevolence at your begging whine, now that
your own insolent evil threatens to snap your own spine!
That when you had your privileges, you barked
louder than you bit, or vice versa; it was lethal,
but not fatal to me! You imagine that I should
festoon your desperate skies with the incandescent
star of mercy. Forgiveness is no faggot. Honour
is no hypocrite. And dignity is not demonstrated
by dysfunctioning the deus ex machina! I can
imagine that the lost, distant outpost of hope
and belief, can still be the footmark of the foundation
of the eternal fortress; where the capstone announces
to the cornerstone, the name of the mythic hero
No mine with the purest mineral can be undermined
This treacherous pursuit of desertifying righteousness
would never persuade destiny to desert it (the righteous)
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