Ohh..., how heavely filled of ones own lead, sulfuric thoughts, and opinions upon onesself. Must ones selfloathing heart be filled before it's to tip the firm, unwavering judgement thats Anubis and justice of his golden scale. Giving rise to the feather of Ma'at, and yet, all while thou's lead burdened heart sinks ever closer to the jaws of Ammut. This feather within itself being to...