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Oh I see you who are to be
The true identity
Of the fallen ones
That turned to dust
And demanded that there must be
But there is a wind that moves
And shapes to form me
A wonderous one
Of infinity
Of the land of free people
That created a dynasty
And an army
Of soldiers vastly
To fight the upcoming
And to recapture their markers
And rearrange it
Into nothing
But dirt to me
I walk on it
Move it with my feet
For it has fallen beneath me
I stand now on my land
Of the sand
Which blossoms into many seeds
Of what has become of me
From sea to shiny sea
I am the original Egyptian you see
That has risen my dynasty
For in time we are to be
Everlasting of me