About a land beyond the sands of time I do know,
where hot like fire merciless the sands do burn
and once a civilization with its power did glow
where some wish hope and pray for its return
and yet at that dark omen Christians do still frown,
where its marble statues lie swept into death and decay,
while that sphinx, pyramids and temples are of stone
but occult still the power rages secretive to this very day,
where a pharaoh tried to stand against the Lord God,
wrote notices on stone for all mortal men to despair
as gods did not think himself or Horus, Isis, Seth odd:
here and there still artefacts and occult emblems appear
as if some dark unknown secretive power will come home,
again the earth in deadly unhindered evil and pestilence to roam.
© Gert Strydom
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