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?