"Pyramid"

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Atop the glassy pyramid,
Sensing our crowning moment,
While tasting sour fruit,
We like to sample the rain,
We taste and play,
With the scent of pain.


They're sweeping down the street,
Begging for my meal,
Grabbing at what's mine,
Things I don't even feel.



Below the glassy pyramid,
Tattered men dig and rustle,
Shifting in the city,
They drink the rain,
While we sample and play,
With the scent of pain.


What are these rejects?
Discards from my hand...
Surrounded by distaste,
Disgrace,
All the worthless reminders
of my human race.


Atop the glassy pyramid,
Believe in charity,
Conceit without refrain,
Sample, taste, never feel,
Sense the crowning gain.


What are these rejects?
Discards from my hand...
Filling me with distaste,
Disgrace.
All the worthless reminders
of my human race.



They're moving down my street,
Stealing for a meal,
Pulling at what's mine,
Things I don't even feel.