| The wretched and the desperate
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| Scavenge amongst the refuse
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| Piled waist deep in the streets
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| Of our ancient cities
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| The starving compete with rats over every scrap
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| Of ill sustenance to be found
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| Rotting amongst the dead and diseased
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| Maggot infested, disowned bodies of men and animals
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| The waters we drink
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| Are as sewage filth spreading sickness
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| The disinherited and the poor
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| Profane our temples
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| With the stench of their disease and death
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| Our existence has become loathsome
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| The gods have forsaken us
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| We have been cursed
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| All is covered in dust and soot
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| Ashes from fires burning
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| The unwholesome corpses of the afflicted
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| Our monuments have fallen to ruin
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| The images of the gods buried in sand
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| Our temples lay broken and prostrate in neglect
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| The grandeur of the Pharaohs is subverted
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| Our empire fades before our eyes
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| The black earth lays barren and desolate
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| I look upon the crumbling pyramids and despair
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| We are cursed |