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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The pyramids are the triangular prims of the Egyptian desert, monumental in height, and unsurpassable in endurance... works of the hands of the whip-lashed Hebrew slaves; no grief-striken faces were ever carved into them, but those voices still recede into their lamentation's songs. From each angle they seem equal in length, narrower at the top and wider on the bottom, and hotter than the dry sand dunes that thirst for rain; and the Valley of the Kings, which perpetuates death's bliss, still intrigues any archeologist who wanders in their labyrinth. And delving deeper into our imagination, they are massive tombs in which the servants gave the deceased Pharaoh a superb make-over, putting rouge on his lips and cheeks; adorning him with an arkh necklace, and a scarab amulet with bright colors, and these triangle-shaped pyramids are more solid than the boulders of a canyon, and have never been shaken by an earthquake or devastated by a flood.. From the seat of a small airplane, they take the unmistakable shape of cones with the evidence of continual corrosion caused by whipping winds; this is the home of spiders that eternally crawl into the sandy storms; every pyramid displays an intricate design, alluding to a more advanced species, which for some unexplainable reason fled from danger with the swiftest rhythm. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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