According to Viper, Chapter 1: The Sacrificing of the Doors

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Spending some time on this world, I opened a chapel door,

And found the inside a blaze of lights,

Grotesque in number, sickening in scent.

Ash drew new paintings on the Obelisk reliefs,

The deep belly of the mother of fire rose to worship that day

But calmly, calmly, did the envoy walk,

Ambassador along the belligerent hyksos,

And taking a khopesh made of ivory horn,

Made motions towards the torches,

Sprinkled dew along the coastline,

Breathed deep astride the clifftop,

And tamed the worshipers of Bes.

He brought their snouts into his bridle,

He silenced the stomps and snorts of pleasure.

Glorious forever, he cried ceaseless and unyielding !

The Speaker of Words and the Object of Words and the Sound,

Abdicate, creators of meanings.

It is.

He next the envoy held his hand,

a sign of peace, a symbol of shelter.

To stroke the brayers, focus the eyes, and rear in the factious.

They asked for water.

Silence belongs to them, luck belongs to them, the Reason belongs to them.

This is your country, lay down your arms.

They asked for water.

May chaos be reason, give meaning to the absurd. Hold fast my embassy.

I cannot rack and riffle through myself,

And tell you of you.

If you are interested in peace, so drink.

In this strange theater as the prosecutor quailed, the envoy grew determined.

My Friend, My Brother, and my Servant all,

Drink, in peace, for them.

My underling I never met, this town.

I live at number eight of so, a red brick house

So dark red looks black in the sunset.

Like a mausoleum.

He turned over the hostages,

I heard my name called. Exquisitely,

Remember Mother.

They asked again for water

Wail! They cried,

Your song is ice,

They choked.

Oh open doors we long to see you,

Not since the summer.

Rattler of the sistrum,

Descender of the menit,

The Papyrus leaves quake for you.

All music is voice

The ever-flooder drowns the king,

In order to hear you better speak,

The waves of physic sand

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