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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required O Babylon the Great , have you yet seen your fate that you will not enter beyond Ghenna's gate with many voices you have scattered all the truth that really mattered knowledge is disguised , hidden by your lies The web you weave to decieve destroys all those who would believe Century's old and centuries past in your grip you have held fast all the minds of those who live who their hearts to Love would give You have turned the truth to ritual and idols carved with which to fool all the Masses of the land, with your deathly grasp in hand All your pomp and your pretense will be revealed and shortly hence All will look upon your corpse naked and stripped , they'll you divorce and when all look away, what upon their minds will stay You have left their hearts berift with so little thinking left Will a thirst for truth be born or will their short lived lives be torn When the winds of change do blow and they do with trembling show that all their lives in ignorance , left without their sentience the wicked guide has left them blind without Love in heart and mind the fire of Ghenna reserved for you and things you taught clearly not true mankind will look upon your grave where will they look their souls to save Babylon the Great has spread her web The Queen of Harlots will soon be dead God will pour out the wine of his wrath for all the innocents you've slain on your path Thousands of years of torture you've sown and only through that has your membership grown Jah will strip you of your gown will burn with fire your filthy town The nations will look upon you in wonder the abundance of your riches they will plunder Flee from her skirts you lovers of Truth Jah will empty her coffers and to ashes reduce sources Apocalypse 17 & 18 for soon now the World Empire of False Religion will receive her destruction flee from her all you lovers of the Truth COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
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