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To you we pray, oh red god, defeater of the enemies, king of the desert.
You are the mightiest, your skin shining gold, your bones out of metall, Lord of the strong ones.
Bewaring us of Isfet, keeping Maat, you are protecting the chaos, to stay away from our land.
You were, are and will be, in the past, present and future, our beloved one, in whose hands we give our faiths.
Oh lord, please be kind to us, and take our offerings, of gold and silver.
When I am lying in the desert, half dead, thirsty, the sun shining on my back, the only thing I will think about, that I am dying in your land.
by Nefersit
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