BabylonA Poem by AetherealA description of the fall of Babylon.Babylon
Watch the walls of Babylon
crumble into dust as her noble echelon glory's in her lust worshiping the W***e
as the one they trust.
Her tall pylons shall be drawn
with an angry thrust when invaders march at dawn acting in disgust. Seize her lion's roar
as her gates combust.
Her dominion shall pass on
to fates more robust when we hear that new day yawn
with its mighty gust. Venom at her door
takes her bread and crust.
Soon we'll build that paragon
of realms that we must, one as graceful as a swan, virtuous, and just. Eaglet wings shall soar.
People shall adjust.
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