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Aaru

In ancient Egyptian mythology, Aaru (; Ancient Egyptian: jꜣrw "Reeds, rushes"), known also as sḫt-jꜣrw or the Field of Reeds, is the heavenly paradise where Osiris rules. It has been described as the ka (a part of the soul) of the Nile Delta. The ancient Egyptians believed that the soul resides in the heart and so, upon death, the Weighing of the Heart occurred. Each human heart is weighed on a giant scale against an ostrich feather, which represents the concept of Maat. Those souls which balance the scales are allowed to start a long and perilous journey to the Field of Reeds, where they will exist in pleasure for all eternity. Hearts heavy with evil tip and fall into the crocodilian jaws of the demon Ammit. After this "second death", the soul is doomed to r… more »

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Cleavers buried in skin
Of those who know nothing of where I've been
Pass judgement, choking on sin
Cast your pain at the wandering

Rewrite the hypocrisy
The whole world at your mercy
Reshape the words you betray
The hollow hoard has nothing to say anyway

Needless diseased chest
Carry the pounding pulse of the regress
Fuel the famine existing in me
The void is warped, wailing discreetly

Fatigue, pristine
Cleansing me of my will to breathe
Owning all of me
The settling touch of disease

Here's the fact that they fail to see
When you're adrift in abyssal sea
The shortest distance from a to b
Is to pull that trigger and cease to be

Corpulent corroding cancer
Carry the corpse of a truthful answer
Caustic spew, perverting you
You are nothing to smile to

Fatigue, pristine
Cleansing me of my will to breathe
Owning all of me
The settling touch of disease

Engrossed in the wonder of woe
Let me leave, let me go
Let me leave, let me go
Let me leave, let me go
Let me leave, let me go

The voices grate, reverberate within my state of being
External plots dictate, they do not relate to what I'm seeing
Every atom shaped, disfigured, raped by how I'm feeling
Constant echoes break against the torrential wake of meaning

In my hollow helm
A blind, dead realm
Thoughts overwhelm and shatter
As the days roll by
The wight cast sky
Assails this sea of matter

Spirals entomb as I pace
Amidst the mist I am out of place
The restless mind that wasted its life
In search of a light that faded inside
The spark of youth that died without grace
A precious high no lie can replace

Might my misery kill me yet
Another solemn cry joins the aggregate

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