Babylon's Rising
Babylon's Rising
I made my way to the grocery store
just like I did so many times
in the years before
asked the baker for some fresh unleavened bread
he looked at me as if to say what for
then one in the isle looked up with a smile
as he was moping the floor
pointed to a box on the shelf and said
"for you our finest cardboard"
upset the baker said,
"we have no time for it mister
we are busy making cakes with eggs and jellybeans
and we have to be done in time for Easter"
Baal and his bride must be very proud
dwelling in the promised land like her master
hunting eggs an Assyrian tradition
and traditions give Gods their honor
for this I fear
that our ancient past will become our future
and the promised land will be laid waste
for we prefer the Gods of another
Babylon's rising
and those who wear her number
are the same
as those who give her strength and power
who will walk away
walk away
walk away
who will come and walk with me today
and in the spirit I pray
that our children will be OK
and understand the things that I say
that they might inherit my lord's kingdom
after the judgment day
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2010
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