Anubis
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The funeral is quiet with the exception of muffled sobs,
Murmured prayers, and a mournful violin.
A sea of black cloth surrounds the casket,
Anubis is my name, a lonely tour guide is my game
Nevertheless I guiding lost souls through the city
Anubis stands on cold marble
The hall of truth full with queues of people
Though times have changed
the scale of judgment stays the same
The heart is measured against the feather
From buildings away he sensed their pain
All the same
King of the dead and dying
he walked the halls of the students still crying
With canine instinct he approached
the students all thought above reproach
