Round and Round As Round We Go

The world cannot hate you but Me, it hates because I speak in that, it's evil ? Yet yourself they shall also despise; for I have lifted you from her crib making you Mine although their words smooth as butter, tongues devised; heaping up treasures Which shall never abide; washed away of swales these mountain sides ? Had one known Then they nay would have crucified, Heaven's Messiah His King; albeit rabbid the dogs.... Howling at her moon entrenched in tombs this blood he seeks; bowing unto Baal their god His flesh they'll eat ? Turbine ties as turmoil jets sand castle dreams bizarre, she seems ? Babylon.