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History murkier than Hugo Boss

Five heads, Revelation coin toss

This one perkier than Kate Moss

After two lines of secret sauce

Source thereof hell’s forge

Hell tossed back, enjoying

Awed she said yes to the foursome

Crossed axes on the walls

Bed is four poster

Six bread toaster

Toking all the time, roasted like Christmas potatoes

Croaking in a short time, leaving nothing behind

All my styles and wiles plied toward self denial

At my lowest, festering ebb I rise highest, zenith of the Nile

Canine July, only rabids and redcoats are found outside

The rest are hiding, sweating inside like serpents writhing

Scent of the foetid tides at their most prideful

Far, far from the usual course of the Nile

Crocodiles swim between the pyramids

Boats circumvent the sphinx, where barbary lions in vast prides thrive

Priests of Osiris denying Sobek his pride decide on a nightly curfew

To curtail and eschew the flesh-chewing actions of that feared cult

After murders, the results are fed to crocodiles by crews of zealots

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