They think that in the riverbed
They’d find the Pharaoh’s chariots
Discouraged and dysfunctional
In various degrees

And somewhere in the prophecy
Of overzealous infantry
They undertook and demonstrated
Mostly on their knees

But Epicure is discontented
Masqueraded and pretentious
Programmed to the groundless dome
As easy as you please

The chuckling cartographers
Have crystallized into a drone
And pomegranates now become
responsibilities

coming back from the underworld
we saw the crosses in disarray
raised the eye to the pyramidal promise
and found ourselves in repetitious repetition,

reciting alaphates spell-check
could not correct
since tranliteration
was more that two letters away.

Yeah, pretty much