Ra wept, and from the tears that fell from his eyes came remet — humankind — born of the sun god's sorrow, forever called by the echo of his weeping.
Sekhmet, unleashed by Ra against the Remet, waded through the blood of the slain from Heracleopolis to the southern desert, drinking their gore and delighting in the slaughter until beer dyed red with ochre tricked her into drunken sleep.
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