You shall be remembered as the King.
Die with a Pyramid to guard you,
to be remembered for centuries.
There lived a cruel King,
a man of unimaginable wealth
Gold gilded castle with its Baroque magnificent door.
A lone man and his robot hand,
the invention of a rich man
to fight his enemies off
or scare the innocent into pliancy.
I shall turn to ashes to dust to ashes
but rest in peace forever shall I,
for you will be exhumed one day,
like the cursed Tutankhamun.
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