In the midst of Umma Entemena overthrew Urlumma and killed him. He left behind 60 soldiers of his force dead on the bank of the canal.
I am Nin-jirsu. No country can bear my fierce stare, nobody escapes my outstretched arms.
The day was for supplication, the night was for prayer. The moonlight ... early morning, its master.
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