Darkness Emits from one.
         His pyramid Blocks the sun.
            
            Built on souls of light,
Now drowned in his artificial night.

         A vision quest to save you,
   For your dreams are not yet true.

     Clowns cry before a broken mirror,
     For who They were fades each year.

        Bodies line the streets at dusk,
           Choked out by money lust.

     The banks hold the seat of power,
      As I hold to them my tarot card:

                      The Tower.