EYE OF THE WEST
Egyptian Influence >

I live in the wall
with my Father
He holds the sun
from burning too long
on this parched stone
so I may survive
beyond all knowing
Inside my chamber
of death
I sail with life
easily to the gods
Against my hand
is my account flowing
so they will know
My linens are pressed
with glorification
My heart will not
rise up against me
Saa raises his hands
and in the west
my eye sees.

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