Mr. Mummy of Egyptian History
Hey you...you mummy of disrobed history...your cause and reactions making ripples within the fabrics of historical space and time,
I thought you knew what you wanted...the afterlife you waited so long for...the justifiable rustic scale of never-ending commitment,
Did you know it would happen this way...your words of silent wisdom have already echoed through our dreams,
You say submit your hopes and fears for the jackal to realize your fate...twenty-first century kids don't know this Mr. Mummy.
We fear for your safety you know...the robbers and thugs of anti conservation of archeological significance digging at your grave,
They have already stole some of your prized possessions...rods of magnificence ruling empires...pottery with your remains,
Where has your urns gone...you know the other six with the fifteen that you used to have...can you help me find them,
I want to help save your heritage...but how can I with your Luftwaffe sneakiness...your dying wish to keep your belongings from the world.
Hope you've slept well...thirty five thousand year old buildings still hold your seconding name...your bafflement of current technology even baffles us as we peer into your past advancements,
You and your lemon tight light sources...we know you had electricity...you don't have to hide it from us...why wouldn't you,
Tada the magic trick is over...our robots look into your pyramids of winding mysteriousness...thick walls abound,
Deeper and deeper we plunge...becoming smarter as we decipher your advanced hieroglyphs.
We stand still and watch from our laboratory...carbon Dating your material like guinea pigs in a standstill,
Hope your papyrus wording can help us see your understanding of life...your tut and your Ramses...oh mummy your so sneaky,
Which one could you be...we can finding more and more of you...it's getting a little overwhelming and your history keeps changing,
Mr. Mummy...let us in to your world...you don't have to hide anymore...our misleading facts about you will soon change I promise.
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