The desert sky has an all-seeing eye,
Omnipotent, deranged, diabolical;
King Unis the Cannibal.
No matter how divine,
He will rip out your spine.
Blood rains down on the dehydrated ground.
The sun has turned red, Atum is dead.
King Unis the Cannibal;
Dreaded, cruel, unfathomable;
Cower before his great power.
He leaves the Isle of Flame scoured,
All other gods devoured.
Bow, down on the blood sodden ground,
As people die all around.
The few left surviving horrified,
Oppressed, despondent, defeated.
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