Master of Babylon

Prince you are and master who traffics merchandise your ships o're seas do travel market paradise trade you do in human souls commodity and ware buy and sell your targets exchange material for our care You have numbered mankind like slaughter for the sheep branded their mind and hands your ideology they keep hazy is the outline your doctrine of their need veiled by the costume concealment of greed How many become lost in the glitter of your store never satisfied with plenty but always wanting more like idols you make them cannot see nor hear nor speak boldly feed their vanity corrupt the very weak Your stock and trade the trap you've laid you do counterfeit what's True with commerce shade a new religion made skilled entrapments pervade the view Just like the old religions their lusts do you restore with craftiness you perpetuate avocation of the Whore Costly is her clothing embroidered veil upon her head outside painted beautiful but inside is dead You've sold them an ideal and into they've bought so many think they're nothing unless they have alot the emptiness interior with diversion seek to fill subtle its inception nearly painless way to kill sources Ezekiel chapters 27-28 Apocalypse chapters 13 and 18 COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC