To set them well, to right old ways,
To seek the well, to bring new ways.
Rubies fall from knuckles
Flayed with holy gold.
The noblewoman's path leads
From the soiled bilge waters
Pooling at her bedsheets
Poisoning her blossoms.
Rubies flayed from knuckles
Fall from holy gold.
The Eye of Ra has never seen
The path of crushed bone,
Which lead to Anubis' garden
Where grow nothing but stone.
Rubies fall from knuckles
Flayed by holy gold.
A setting, a chalice, defaced
By unrelenting Mahees
With unliving chaperones
Here meets the Neverplace.
Rubies flayed from knuckles
Fall from holy gold.
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