by desmond last – A work of literal fiction.

Be thee your own destiny to stand proud a trojan of ‘no fear’?

Or be thy a Serpent of Satan – cursed for evermore to slither in the darkness?

The choice be yours peoples of mankind.

Be warned should you be weak and filled with greed.

To leave undone God’s will.

The the shadow of the Great Pharoah will darken your fate.

Once the contract with Satan has your blood on its parchment of decaying smelling flesh strewn with the maggots of death

In your screaming sleepless nights the heat of hell will burn your flesh to the bone.

The Great Pharaoh Tutankhamun will descend you into the very bowels of Hell

God seeks those who walk tall the road of Justice

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The Truth the Guardian of Justice; Angel sayth her war cry.

‘Let no man bring pain to child and woman’.

Angel the Guardian of Humanity the soul and spirit of mankind.

Hath no desire to for thee to seek the pain that be Evil’s eternal fate.

Angel will soar to the clear blue sky with her gallant steed

The sun her light to the World

Angel will take mankind to God’s side.

To the very heavens to seek that which God has promised for the peoples.

Angle will raise her dazzling sword of bravery

A towering blade of vengeance for those Angel doth protect.

But should you dare to seek to open that door to Evil

To sink deep into Evils screaming rotten mouth of depraved desire

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It is Tutankhamen who will be your goaler – for evermore.

There can be no return for those shackled to God’s Goaler

Down, down into the blinding furious arcs of molten furnaces

In the bowels of a Hell which defies any imagination.

For Evil hath no destiny nor fate to of its own.

Evil taketh the life of others no past no present no future

For Evil is a reactionary force that hath little to steer its depraved desire

So here be an ancient dynasty bought by the Great Ra to the year 2025.

So be it The Curse of Tutankhamun to this page,

1323 BC did this journey become

1323 the numbers of Hell the journey to the abyss of the twilight catacombs

Where those of you who spread evil will hear their own screams above all others.

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Are thee to be judged?

Be prepared for the Judgment of all the peoples

Your fate to be an eternity of the most terrible of pain?

Or are thou a trojan to stand against evil?

To protect the weak, the vulnerable, the aged.

World thou has strayed from the path of God,

Therefore, Tutankhamun prepares the screaming tomb of nightly pain

For those of you who seek not the love of God but the hatred of man

The eye of Ra be upon you all – the light be shone on all that is evil

For evil have no Prescence other than pure malevolence

To be seen as a power to oppress all

It is the very being of Evil

For Evil doth crow of all its depraved deeds

Else what be the purpose of Evil?

The eye of Ra doth watch you.

Yes. You the collaborators of the twisted serpents of Evil.

It shall shine upon the Great Tutankhamun to bring upon thee

A pain as thou has never before felt and will never leave thee.

So doubters and non-believers’ carry on your evil unity.

Let your pain be the truth, your screams to the World

They be all that Ra seeks

For Ra seeks the light

To blind all evil, to give life to the spirit of mankind.

Just as the eye of Ra seeks the dawn

To prosper thy spirit and enliven your soul

So too the Great Tutankhamun seeks all that the dawn brings

As evil scurries from the light of dawn.

To be left crawling and screaming by the wrath Tutankhamun doth wreak.

Are you a collaborator of Evil?

Are you a Serpent of Satan?

Do you who are the most senior of collaborators

Wake to silent stare of the Pharaohs great rat?

Each night a cold naked fear to steal all your sleeping moments?

Now thou has read then shall thy be woken in sleep?

So it shall be that those who tread the morass of evil

Shall their bowels be for an eternity inflamed

As if a lava of great intensity

Be as liken a cauldron of heat

So great they scream into the night

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For those who twin with Satan

Are those who shall feel the raging intensity of pain

That the Great Tutankhamun

Shall forever ensure is their day and night.

The day shall become became night.

The sky no destiny only a clouded raging fear.

The ground black and charred.

The sound of the lost sobbing in misery.

The choice be thine.

What be your destiny be yours to decide.

For God does give direction to the winds of flame

To those who stand by his side.

The flames of Hell doth engulf the World

God has the almighty power to quench the firery Hell

But no direction shall he give

Whilst Evil the World doth be union with.

The Great Tutankjaum and all the Majesrty of the Heavens

They shall bring only the heat of hell and the floods of misery

Whilst thee the World doth give Evil its meal of depravity and greed.

For if thee give shelter or payment or right of service

To the Serpents of Satan that dwell in the Hell of aged land

Then thee, thy family, they many dwellings and thy Nation of peopels

Will forever be thee cursed.

For the peace now again be disturbed

Of all of the Heavens

A mighty anger is raging

For so too the Peace of God be no more

Until the Evil brought by the Serpents of Satan

Be shackled to their land never to seek their Evil for the World again.

The Curse of the Great King Tutankhamun is amongst thee.

Only your allegiance to God by words and deed will protect thee all.