Sokar is severed from mine ancient worship…missed within my sanction O Saqqara. Stirred within your immortal breast is sired, anon yon Necropolis ere now, believed forever as still new now cruelly banished.
Yet I’ve been allowed my rave, savoring what life by memory untoward this vacant nightmare. Missing for my place and now as stranded as ye amassed, a loyalty vanished, killing my reminiscence to this bitter life attached.
Holding none but my limp for an age left this God, and new an old man.
Should I wake this grave and be apart it shall never be as Memphis…and my further desecration mauls my wilted cadence…
Leaving of my will is present whence Ptah hath faithfully felled my wings…
Whilst waiting for this minute life to end.
