I met a frog from a heat-seared land, Who said—“vast pillars of stone, Lie in the desert sands. . . . Near them, on the dune, Half buried, a serpentine visage rests, whose scales, And hollow eyes, and jaws of frozen command, Tell that its slayer well those dangers read, Which yet survive, etched on these ancient things, And on the ruined arch above these words appear: My name is Pepemandias, Frog of Frogs; Look on my Works, ye Amphibians, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Around the sandy plain, Of that pondless Wasteland, vast and bare, The sun-bleached bones gleam under the scorching glare.” Created with PepePaint on PepeOS (pepecoin.io)