Confounded Voices
Just one word only,
the world only spoke
One language spoken in
Noah's time journey from
The east descendants
Found that
there're farrer from God
Physically now spiritually so
So in this profound disdant
Let us make brick
Build a city with a tower so high
Then we can again touch and talk to Him
a tower that'll reach heaven
Now nothing is beyond our imagination
With this God punished us...
by confounding our voices
inventing diverse different LANGUAGES
Genesis 11:1-10
1/6/18
by James Edward Lee Sr
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