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The Fall of Baghdad
THE FALL OF BAGHDAD What rite of passage, moves one to the light, and through the healing of all earthly ail, bestows this breath of life, to make it right, Oh Babylon, tis time for life to fail. Harm thee no thing, no spirit in the sky, nor any beast nor fowl who's meant to flyl In algebric expression, your unknown, will show the spirit world we fail to see, Your recognizing from your flowers grown In Poppy fields, your highs not meant to be. We've paid the price, for all to bear your sin And left you with no peace you have to win. Each algebric expression drives us mad, now your unknown is where we have to hide, it matters not your ending will be sad, Scheherazade may dance, but she has lied. The streets of Baghdad--Babylon's decay Are made to waste, they will not have their day. No Shamanistic eye can bear your weight, nor transforms what you've been to other things, and when you see the truth, it's all in hate that brings the end, of which all life now sings. Witch Doctors all have read bones all the same, It is our end, and Babylon's to blame. © ron wilson
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