Pyramid
My visage is a remainder of ancient kings
I can make spirit fly even if I don’t have wings
To an archeologist writing on my walls sings
I protect hidden in me chalices, disks and golden rings
I stand hundred and forty six meters tall
What is written on ancient Egyptian Scroll?
Is that I’m a tomb that to heaven carries pharaohs’ soul
Whose likeness is depicted on my wall
I’m shaped like light beam from the farthest reaches of the universe
Two hundred and thirty meters is every side of my base
I’m supposed to lead the spirit to special place in other space
Where with Gods themselves pharaohs’ soul can converse
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