Ithyphallic

As for mine enemies

The sun shall impede the beating of their hearts

And blind their eyes

Let the shades of my fathers

Curse their faces

Let the eye of sekhmet

Send the violence of the sun

Down upon their heads

Let searing torrents of fire

Descend upon their brow

Let flames immolate their places of sleeping

Let the eye of sekhmet

Cause their hearts to burst into flames

Let carnivorous dogs consume their entrails

As for mine enemies

Let their charred ashes

Be as discarded refuse

Lying forgotten in the desert

Let their shades not rise again

Let my curses be heard

Let my will be as menthu the bull

Potent to create

And savage to slay those whom I hath cursed

Let my wrath be terrible

And my vengeance unmerciful

Anoint my phallus with the blood of the fallen