For revenge I call upon Gods from foreign lands
Far across Egypt’s sands
They cannot be commanded
Carefully handled; bell, book, and candle
They must be gladdened, one cannot demand
Should one, one cannot imagine their wrath
Tooth, hook, crooked look
Gods of misluck, of ruinous biteforce, of Temple smashing
Merciless and casual, gut slashing, violent fashion, idol dashing
Reaping and bloodspilling with a serpentine God’s hungry sanction
Defiling with violent passion the ziggurats housing conquered Powers.
Alchemisland 
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