dearest king, initiate to Isis draw near your heart to khepre and crisis he who rises to meet your eye who shines the day and marks the night but genies bottled long to tell awaiting the curious king a'spell conscious contagion upon your masses millstone to their neck secrets of the priest weigh heavy upon the simple zɛ́k dare you speak the glyphic doom dare translate the cryptic rune then curses, pestilence! psychic shame a people born of a memory slain broken pots and evil aims civilians mounting kingly claims proving naught but nature's mettle endless boiling pot and kettle pearled gates shut tight in fear enemies of might and queer on lips of lepers lie their key: kuriosity, the king's disease