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THE BOOK OF THE DEAD: HE APPROACHETH THE HALL OF JUDGMENT by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "O MY HEART, MY MOTHER, MY HEART, MY MOTHER"
Last Line: "YEA, MILLIONS-OF-YEARS, O MY MOTHER, MY HEART!"
Subject(s): JUDGMENT DAY;MYTHOLOGY - EGYPTIAN; END OF THE WORLD;DOOMSDAY;FALL OF MAN;
O MY Heart, my Mother, my Heart, my Mother,
The seed of my being, my earthly existence,
O stay with me still in the Hall of the Princes,
In the presence of the God who keepeth the Balance.
And when thou art weighed in the scale with the feather
Of Truth, then render no judgment against me;
Let not the Lords of the Trial cry before me:
He hath wrought Evil and spoken Untruth!

And ye, divine Gods, cloud-enthroned with your scepters,
At the weighing of words, speak me fair to Osiris.
Lift up my cause to the Forty-two Judges,
And let me not die yet again in Amentet.
Behold, O my Heart, if there be not a parting
Between us, our name shall be one with to-morrow,
Yea, Millions-of-Years is the name we have written,
Yea, Millions-of-Years, O my Mother, my Heart!



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