Babylon
Arise! Our hands to the desert skies
Now our ritual has begun
With million voices for a million lies
And a confounding tongue
Our honey, we have trapped flies
On spider's web, These martyrs hung
The lion's roar and the lamb's cries
A mighty wind through our city sung
Fallen! Like Icarus to our demise
Copyright © A.E. Rivenbark | Year Posted 2014
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