Their Heavens, Gazed Her Ashes Rose

What are you doing What are you doing What are you doing.. ....Babylon ? Having come full circle it seems: a series of dreams and no Pilate you would hold no power over me, lest it were granted thee from Above thus they whom carve these days, have the greater sin ? Caught amid Your whirlwinds churning out sorrows, upon sorrows; a heartless machine void Of conscience pitter patter the babies tiny feet; racing past, his carnage this jungle.... She screams round-a-bout her world adrift in disarray ? Nailing night unto Love's cross.