Tower of Babel

belfrey and the bats therein risen high on heady winds as if a quirk as if a whim the bats like rats within my soul they sat like cats within my skull beneath this skin inside was sin this world will fail for lack of men and bats full of rabid ilk spilled my brain with spider silk i quaffed the gall and rancid milk to binge i cringe outside the fringe and cinder singe my heart a twinge O belfrey and the bats therein i've hurt my friends my love my kin the world will fall because of men as ashes fall from burning oil demand the bats be damned to toil be dimmed to gnats and brought to boil the world will fall as well as men