The Fires of Judecca
I’m a sheep but I have the mentality of a lion,
Searching for Zion, and Babylon, in the fires of Judecca.
This so called land, this so called peace, they say
Has a king with 7 heads tempting me with closure.
Closure filled with murder, closure filled pleasure,
In the end no matter how sweetened it is, it’s still called sin.
But every time I open my eyes I see more people take a,
Bite of his crimson apple.
I despise this, but I live so I still walk his lands,
Yet these lands are not his, but the populace makes it so.
I want peace, so I preach,
So I write, and I search for it.
But how can I find peace or this so called Zion in this limbo we live in,
When the populace is turning it into the fires of Judecca.
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