2025-03-25
The Mystery School of the Pyramids
Beneath the sands where shadows sleep,
�A secret hums, both vast and deep.
�The stones stand mute, yet whisper still,
�Of minds that bent both time and will.
A school of dust, of starlit lore,
�Its teachings carved in granite core.
�No books, no scrolls, no ink to fade,
�But truths in angles deftly laid.
Who were the masters, veiled in night?
�Their compass kissed by cosmic light.
�They danced with numbers, sacred, strange,
�A code to shift the world’s exchange.
The Nile bore witness, silent, slow,
�To rites no mortal now can know.
�Through chambers dark, the echoes sing,
�Of souls who crowned the desert king.
Oh, pyramids, you timeless riddle,
�Your lessons hum through every middle.
�A mystery school of stone and sky,
�Where wisdom lives, and never dies.
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