The Return of Babylon
Between the two great rivers
Beneath the ash of destruction
Zion still will remember
Saved by a great tribulation
Waiting beneath the memory, the harlot
Returning of the decadent
To be clothed in purple and scarlet
Drunken with the blood of the innocent
Rebuilt by the hand of the one
The one, multitudes await in dread
To do battle with the Son
The valley is filled with the dead
An army raised by fear of torture
And promises of gold and jewels
False wonders that he would conjure
His followers become the fools
Witness, Babylon’s annihilation
Never to rise again
Mankind freed of this temptation
And removes the wicked stain
Copyright © Jeanne Berger | Year Posted 2007
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