Babylon

Babylon

A Poem by Phantasmagoric Perceptions

The city is steeped in filth and decay

Drowning in the Evil she breeds

She's held together by spiderweb shams

But deep in her bowels she bleeds.

 

This is the place I call home
Babylon, where I reside

She's a cage for every criminal

A city built on lies

 

Her patrons fall to their knees

And worship ideas people sell

Her towers and gates stand high

To protect the city from herself

 

The stronghold of demons and blasphemy

A people condemned to die

Alas, Babylon must fall

And with her, so shall I.

© 2008 Phantasmagoric Perceptions


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