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The seer of Set can recognizethe negative evolution of consciousness
Empires forged, prospered and scatteredlike the sand-hills, they seeminglydisappear but are never lost
The Eyes of Setrivers of life made of sweat and bloodscore the slave's skinas Nile scores the parched plain
The giant rocks he haulsare never endingly creatingmonuments to snakesthat change their skin
Miserable descendants of Sisyphusjust play their roleas body obeys to the intentionsof the mind
The Eyes of Set"
They are the grass, we are the bladethat reaps redemption.
Praise Set and join the stormthat will turn their hopes into dust".
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