Birth of Horus was like a legacy in broad daylight, thunder and rain were nothing.
Law and justice blossomed between the fingers. Yet, what would be beheaded but the malice of the elder brother of his father? From gray of desert and ruins of vengeance, a novel house grew—merely from womb, but an oath. 𓃣

IS  YOUR  HEART  LIGHT  ENOUGH  TO  BE  WEIGHED,  YET  STRONG  ENOUGH  TO  WITHSTAND GALE?

None promises a throne nor a kingdom. Come see your holy offspring taken list. Verse in our arms, there will be a dwelling. More than a dwelling place, but an abode of meaning. Cloth carries the blood of the gods' stories. Chant the sorcery of vitriol;

Let these carved words reach the keepers of the sacred archives: Through the sands of time, I, (@Username) Named at birth as (Full Name) Stand illuminated by (Muse) whose radiance shaped the year (Birth Year). present myself before the eternal pillars. May the scribes of Thoth find worth in this humble offering. Eternal gratitude for this audience.

Possess your faith and open the door @Ruhmerbot. With every noisy step of Ma'at's dancing feet, you might thwart your evil intentions. Remind yourself of sins that are solid as currency in the court of the hereafter. Duat is increasingly open to attracting the testimonies of life's little souls. ⚱

Gritnoise, who’s this fancy-lookin’ gentleman right here? Oh, of course—it’s the one and only Blister Kid! 😆