I lived in faith when empires ruled by sword, not prayer. I crossed seas with devotion in hand, bringing hope to distant shores. Today I stand as a name in calendars, churches, and stories of miracles remembered by many lands.

Tip of the one pyramid, an all-seeing eye on American money. Originally from Bavaria, hidden members, coded communiques, meant to prevent abuse of power. Often seen as a hidden group, it sounds like an Italian light fixture to me.

HENRY VIII WAS KINDA CHUBBY, Tom said...

I am a story woven without a pen, A heavy curtain for the halls of men. Thousands of threads cross to make my face, Bringing soft warmth to a cold stone space

Caesar complained to Brutus about this pointy thing