Stricken with
A mummy’s curse
To waste away
To slough and spurt

As bodies melt
Into emptiness
Prognosis lost
And second best

A life lived short
And lost again
Unfulfilled
A sea of pain

This mummy’s curse
Will take you down
And leave you wanting
In the ground

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