Babylon
The throne of babylon is falling
their gold is melting can you hear them bawling
fire is burning hot as hell
some can neither buy nor sell
the mark in their hand they do not dread
half of them have it in their head
the beast they worship is the evil one
his armies gather at armageddon
its all in the bible and shall come to pass
the world awaits the nuclear blast
the throne of babylon is falling
their skin is melting they keep on bawling
Will they rue what they've sown, before this last reaping
tears drip from their souls as children lay weeping
His full wrath was poured out, the judgement had come
a new world was birthing, the mystery was done
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment