A Job That Will Last Forever
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
Rarely is it lighter
Still Anubis stands with his scale
Doing a job that will last forever
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