Hey guys. I wrote this poem on egyptology recently and thought I'd share. Not looking to start any CT discussion or anything like that - just trying to share a poem

Tell me no lies
Stop feeding me lines
You know we have eyes
Yet you mess with our minds

They don’t want to talk about it
The subject is rather sore
Cause “pyramidology is for the loons”
Just lemme reassure these old croons
The delusions are yours

They say show me the evidence
I say what are you blind?
But they dismiss as coincidence
It’s convenient they find

Perfect alignment with the stars
At the cross of the leys
At the crux of Earth’s mass
It’s meaningless they say

Tombs for Kings they claim
It’s outrageous and obscene
If they admit they got it wrong
They’ll have been wrong all along
And not just about Kings you see

Copper tools and slaves?
Just gimme a break!
You fib like a child
Or are as dense as a pile
Of limestone, granite and apes

Perfect alignment with the stars
At the cross of the leys
At the crux of Earth’s mass
It’s meaningless they say

Telling me show me the evidence
I say what are you blind?
But they dismiss as coincidence
It’s convenient they find

But the game’s not new
It’s millennia old
Cause time can be cruel
If you’re not in the age of the gold

And it’s not just with Egypt
The condition is widespread
“Those are just piles of stone”
At the Canaries, Sicily and the moon
They get into your head

Fi after Fi
Straight across the globe
Piercing air, land and sea
Equidistant societies
Are what you’ll find
Along parallel 23

They were primitive people
People with primitive ways
Oh, that must be it
How could’ve I missed it
We’ll say you’re right, ok?

Pretty bad ass, I see what you're trying to convey here, good stuff

Thanks a lot