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PAGAN THE NIGHT - Vision the First
Blue lights sparkle quaintly amidst the
Glowing dawn
The fire burns as we stand above and
The Horned One looks on
The scales were tipped, Anubis spake
Despite your small complaint
Your protests unheard, your pointless
words
And Ammut smiled and ate
And now above the flames you
Stand
Fear fills your once-proud eyes
“Will you leap?” The Horned One asks
And to the gods’ surprise
You swa...
Saturday 16th February 2019 5:52 pm
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