In the Shadow of a Pyramid

Still fully clothed in secret sin,
I dreamed and hid from reality.
Sorrowfully I witnessed it all,
prayerfully hoping for the final call.
The more I heard,
the more I saw,
the less it seemed we'd cease to fall.
So, my dreaming became my island retreat.
In bitter secret shame
I set my feet in a downward direction,
seeing no other way,
and having no protection from Satan's awful sway;
I dreamed of pleasure, rich and worry free.
I dreamed and hid from all realities.

Do other men dream as I do, of being free and mightier?
Is there, somewhere here on this world,
a man who knows the name of God?
Can he call out, and too, be heard,
that his desire be fulfilled?
is this naught but one long dream
that we all share?

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