Your pyramids count for nothing.
Grey blends with grey, yet on and on you stare.
On and on you sweat,
On and on you toil,
On and on you work,
On and on you stare.
Take notice to the Son.
For He has been behind you longer than you know.
So turn around.
Your pyramids count for nothing.
Take notice to the Son.
He has been behind you longer than you know.
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