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It was a night of celebrations,
The king of Babylon held a great feast;
A thousand nobles were in attendance
At his opulent palace in the East.
The wine was flowing freely,
Under its influence the king decreed
That Israel's gold and silver vessels,
(Stolen by his father's greed)
Be brought for all to drink and praise
Their gods of gold and silver and stone.
A night of debauchery was in motion
But, such sacrilege God couldn't condone.
Suddenly, the fingers of a man's hand
Appeared and began writing on the wall,
Writing a divine message of retribution,
Signalling Babylon's sudden fall.
Belshazzar's face became pale
From the fear that gripped his soul,
Even his knees were knocking,
His body looked like losing control.
The king called out loudly
Summoning astrologers to the room,
Seeking to solve the mystery
Of those words spelling out his doom.
But, they couldn't clearly explain
Or make sense of what they saw
Until Daniel, a man of God was allowed
To give interpretation, true, and sure.
A message of doom it was as
That very night Belshazzar was killed,
And from her zenith, Babylon fell,
Because it was all as God willed.
Armed forces stormed the city
Just as a prophecy centuries ago
Said Cyrus the Mede would conquer -
An Empire he would overthrow.
We all will do well to take note
Of those events that occurred that night
And be careful not to be so proud
That all sense would quickly take flight.
Remember, the Most High over the Earth
Can remove anyone who has the gall
To challenge his rightful authority -
Remember, the writing on the wall!

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