When My Wrath Is Done

When my Patience is Finished
 When the Mercy of Khufu is Exhausted
 When my Subjects have Failed Me
 And Continued Grace has become Futile
 Then will wrath
 seem the better part of Discretion
 My Slaves Utter Words of Rebellion
 They Curse my Name
 They Bend not their Backs Unto me
 Or Bow Before my Monuments
 When Those who Incite Revolt are Crushed
 When the Streets Run red
 with the Blood of the Unfaithful
 When the Hands of the Idle are Severed
 And the Piles of the Skulls of the Rebellious
 are as the Innumerable Stars
 Then will my Wrath be Done
 KnumuKhufu!