Sunday, February 5, 2012

King Tutankhamen

I was hidden in the Valley of the Kings,
Found in a tomb,
Four layers that bind me,
Killed at an early age.
Watching my kingdom grow and change.
Gold given to me by my death.
Nothing means more to me than the protection of my people.
I watched my soul drift away from my body,
Seeing gold doors open.
This is the afterlife.

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