Oh brother, Osiris, sweet lover and lord, I'll seek out your corpse, Scouring the shorelines in woe; Promising vengeance on Self-decreed reaper, Long wailing and hailing discord, 'round nile, Whose waters are teeming With beasts in the evening, But deathly calm, Revering victims of envy's scorn. Cursed, cursed souls; Fate-bound we in throes. Oh love, In thirteen parts, Fourteen made in sibling ire, Live, Regenerate in me. All of the time in grieving forgotten, In one sexual embrace, Semi-sweet strokes, Draw us close, To grant a son. 'fore second life you've been granted's gone, Grant me a killer to avenge you; To deal rightful death. A killer to slay kinsman; To steal living breath.