They tell us pyramids are greek, no
I refuse to believe and
Try to deceive the makers of the lies
They feed
I will rise. Above the Olympus
To convince gods of mutiny
I will be the iconoclast, to
Destroy. Tarnish things that last, to
Control the end game and make my way
Better memorize what I have to say, for
The end is nigh
Once dust has settled, come to rest
Birds will sing again. To
Welcome those who passed the test, to
Start where everything began
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