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
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