Great, another person with telepathy? It didn't bother Pyramid Head, because all his mind held was his purpose of existing, and the contents of all of those he had punished. There were pieces in there too pertaining to his pantheon, but they were so scattered that they were practically impossible to find.
He ignored the whole bit about standing her up. Holy Mother made me this way. Made me for this purpose. Pyramid Head sent out with a cool steely tone to his thought.
And without saying much of anything else he held his right palm horizontal to the surface of ground. The dirt and soil rose up along with an inky blackness. Together they swirled in a strange twisted like dance, and when it was over Pyramid Head was holding his weapon in hand.