Somebody once told me His works, he'd like to show me He thought they'd fill me with awe and dread He was looking kind of dumb Just two legs out in the sun And his visage a broken stone head Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming Statues are built and they hit the ground crumbling "Didn't make sense not to build real high!" Though naught is left but the desert sky "So much I've done for you to see! So what's wrong with looking upon me?" We'll never know what the king shewed We only know what the man hewed Hey now, King of Kings now, built to last now, heyday Hey now, all is gone now, fell to naught now, decay Nothing beside remains Only level sands stretch away (By Patera Quetzal, https://twitter.com/PateraQuetzaI/status/1156300892733243392).