Discharged out of celestial lesions,
A thing more maligned than any might dare
To venture in script. Abounded rumours
Of Lovecraftian theories which suggest
That Khafre, merciful Khafre, altered
It, so that all men might pass quick beyond
Without fright or sickening worries that
Some hybrid dead would harvest their precious
Spirits in ceremonious deluge..
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