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Them old gods gone missin’, no prayers, no alibis
Temple doors shut tight, statues turned to stone
Aten’s in the sky now, and I’m worshippin’ alone
and fish a little bit and just kick back a while.
But the foreman comes and says the boss has won the bid
on the contract to construct the pharaoh's pyramid.
So now I gotta spend my days out working for the man,
pushing giant blocks of stone across the burning hot sand.
I don't see why us peasants got to go and do this
just to help some bigshot's stupid heart impress Anubis.
And a thousand other workers feelin’ just like I do.
Relevant, even if fake:
"Archaeologists get ancient audio from grooves on Pompeii pottery"
https://www.romanarmytalk.com/rat/showthread.php?tid=4773
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