Sealed in youth, he rests...
Born into power, he curses...
Tutankhamun's sarcophagus protected by the venom of the great snake.

The punishment of the ill:

"It makes you stab a whore…
Then her blood will be poured on the floor,
like the wine to your mouth.
Because every drop makes it right”

Substances consume the fuel of the eye.
They put you through a blaze a fire then cleanse every piece of filth you see.
Tut wrote it is through ruthless measures... that you’ll find the key to sleep…

Poisonous wells…
Corrupted kings…

Thy will be done: banish the ones who break the seal or shut the way.
None shall enter...
None shall ever leave...

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