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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