Beautiful City of Shame
Woe to the bloody city
it is full of lies and rapine
the prey departed not
the noise of the whip and
the noise of rattling of wheels and
prancing horses and bounding chariots
the horseman mounting and
the flashing sword and the glittering spear and
a multitude slain and a great heap of corpses and
there is no end of the bodies, they stumble upon their bodies
because of the multitude of the whoredome
of well-favored harlot, the mistress of witchcraft that sell
nations through her whoredomes and families through her
witchcraft, woe to the bloody city
how dreadful of you
your hands are filthy, you wear shoes as hard as a gong
whom you step on breaks. your heart is as hard as steel
your eyes sees only hurt and death
OH! precious city where does your beauty lies?
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