As Re travels across the skies
and another Pharaoh is laid to rest
his spirit will soar and fly
while they lay a sceptre across his chest.
The book he carries as a weapon
spells, enchantments and a guide
from evil he has protection
in the judgement hall, a feather on his side.
The fields of gold, a lifetime dream
working to appease gods old and new
and now he can finally join their team
to keep the Pharaoh’s path on Earth straight and true.
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