Timothy 6:7-8
We brought nothing into this world so bare,
And take nothing out as we leave it there.
If we have food and covering to wear,
With these we shall be content, and care.
In the heavenly realm bloom white roses, black callas, and lavender's grace,
Each holding a different scent in its own place.
The lavender tries the white rose to mimic and blend,
While the black calla dreams of lavender's end.
Within the pyramid's layers, a labyrinth of dreams takes flight,
And everyone longs to escape the maze of the night.
A baby bee,
Flirting with the white rose petals it explores,
Tastes the lavender scent on distant shores.
Intoxicated softly, it falls and clings
Upon the black calla's dark velvet wings.
Then a giant hornet stings the baby bee with deadly might,
A single warning strike in the fading light.
The pyramid opens its escape hatch just a crack,
Revealing a sliver of the world outside the track.
The feline goddess, Bastet, speaks so clear and deep:
"Do not curse this pyramid world where secrets sleep!"
"For if you depart on that final, fleeting day,
Trapped within the universe's maze of pi, astray,"
"For all eternity you shall remain,
Unable ever to return to the pyramid's domain!"
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