We will build not in iron but stone
Future eyes will marvel at our empire's bones
We'll survive in epochal tales
Giants stride through halls that stretch to match their scale
History will look at my plans, and
Understand that sacrifices must be had
So if I turn a blind eye, why
That's the price: Millenniums demands I lie
Are pharaoh's slaves to be mourned?
Through him they may be reborn
And I, the architect divine
One thousand years to hide our crimes
Now that my empire's expired
Unrealized: Demolished long before its time
I design a cenotaph of lies
With myself adorned atop its highest spire