Jealous love that without love life can't live.

I tried to speak in tongues
But I spoke only in rogues
So instead I wrote a poem
But I didn't mark the goals
So instead I found a pyramid
Tipped upon its side
It told me it was a prysm
A roof my house to behold
A prysm of equality
For all the Gods to hold
But the weight of it was layden
As heavy as the world
And on me it had fell
So I a mere soul
With a mountain to climb
To climb without a little toe
So in life I pulled my weight
My every move a prayer
Bleeding in such a state
By end the prysm was air