The seer of Set can recognize
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the negative evolution of consciousness
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Empires forged, prospered and scattered
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like the sand-hills, they seemingly
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disappear but are never lost
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The Eyes of Set
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rivers of life made of sweat and blood
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score the slave's skin
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as Nile scores the parched plain
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The giant rocks he hauls
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are never endingly creating
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monuments to snakes
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that change their skin
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Miserable descendants of Sisyphus
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just play their role
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as body obeys to the intentions
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of the mind
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The Eyes of Set
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"They are the grass, we are the blade
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that reaps redemption.
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Praise Set and join the stormt
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hat will turn their hopes into dust".
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The Eyes Of Set
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| Septic Flesh |
