In ye darkest Tomb, but still bright,
invisible/electric organism to Horus.
Manifested only upon ye spanish humans,
how else could they proceed ye initiation?
Ye Spanish priestess cutted me hairlock off,
babbling spanish, what they say?
If only my Beloved One was with me,
it could be translated someway.
....rebirth.... rebirth.... rebirth...
Then ye Horus grabbed my hand,
once again leading to the gold stairs.
And still ye golden Doubled Thrones empty,
deserted but still beautiful...
Now ye need has vanished to walk,
no step needed to be token.
Formless/transmuting ... there,
within a moment.
Once more refusing to sit,
do Thou not know where lies the heart?
I cannot sit as long he dwells,
let us then go sit both...
Horus
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