I have the many dead, but I do not have equality. I am known for my quarries and chambers, where rest the men of past..

I collect all around, pieces of a time gone past, Many tools exist to remove me, More of me will ever come

I am related to monuments, but I am not symbolic. People often feel fear with me.

I am located in a foot, but I am not in a straight line. People visit me for reminding them of military victories.

I eat the years but make no sound, I build empires, then tear them down. You cannot buy me, yet I’m spent each day, Ignore me, and I slip away