Eternal Rest
And I will crawl down into my sarcophacus for peace and eternal rest - A refuge built and forever guarded by ancient slaves that worship me and the ways of my being.
I will rest until all of my enemies have died off - their bones of dust blown away by a hundred year gust.
And then I will wake - My surroundings new and cleansed by new slaves that worship and fulfill my destiny of greatness and privilege.


