Hiero-Glytch

Face contorted within
Imprisoned in a second skin
"Rest easy, emperor"
The fabric of time you wear grows thin
Entombed with your precious treasures
Your great power goes unmeasured
"Yes, your highness"
Your ruling hand still grips with pressure

Buried in the earth
Sand quenching thirst
Prophecies rear their head
Dressed in gold
Tales are told
To me, Anubis said

Welcome weary traveler
Walk my path of disease and dread
Behold how far you've come
The apex, the fulcrum
The age of gods is no more
Only the epoch of man remains

We were wrong to try and resolve the source of their fall
We were blind to receive the writings in their walls

Horus spoke to us all without saying a word

Welcome weary traveler
Walk my path of disease and dread
Behold how far you've come
The apex, the fulcrum
The age of gods is no more
Only the epoch of man remains
With a twisting of our age old text
Countless hypotheses for what's next
Laid out before oblivious eyes
Too late to reflect on the truth and the lies

Horus spoke to us all without saying a word



Credits
Writer(s): John Ramirez
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