That men should prove their greatness
By an eternal pile of stones
Bartered with the lives and limbs
Of those pressed into lifelong service
The few that kept ruled over the many
So vain, so fearful of life's end
Between ego and denial they lie
Filled with fallacies and furniture
Sealed in eternal darkness
Such monumental fiascos remain
In the distant heat and barren sand
Centers of deterioration stalled
Yet unimpeded by death's constant
Oblivion interrupted by thieves unsavory
Releasing them from mortal tethers
Ambitions now lie putrified
A tetrahedrian tragedy
A canoptic clutter enshrouded
In the dust of eons passing
Cannot escape inevidable end
Cannot regain that once breath
That all the earth's riches would lend
That could reclaim from death's hand
A pulse faded long ago, in a far off land
Where is ambitious hope now
The seemingly simple step beyond
Between the cracks and crevices
Lie the whispers of the winds calling
Calling, searching for signs within
Only to be beguiled by echoes empty
Confinded in corridors narrow
A prison for the ever departed
Ensnaring the faulted mortal
With a continuing malevelence
A concentration of power sought
That was better left behind
So corruption deteriorates on
Where there is but shadows and dust
Millennia will render to piles of dust
Resolved in breaths of time's spanning
And what was briefly stayed
Will inexorably come to pass
Unarrested by a pyramid scheme