The works of terror and deceit have been wrought
In wicked parties and auctions
The minds and bodies of the innocent youth, wicked royals have bought
Day and night they laid helpless, filled with dread
Knowing not of the next moment, if they will draw breath
Anguish and ravishment, laid upon their bodies and minds
With shackles of fear and control, they rounded the little ones up to bind
A cube they planted for us to observe
Which words flow endlessly as water spouting out of a fountain
Their doctrine fed to many, it’s taste rancid
To find truth and conquer their wicked traps, it is as climbing mountains
A moment of confessing desires to differ from the norm
Our hearts chastised for daring to yearn for something beyond
Those of whom we love, our wish to free them
Their minds seized through deceit, placed in a bond
For wishful thinking of the works of clever devils, they are condemned
Our loved ones, stolen to be sheep fed for slaughter
Our hearts may crack from the pain, yet we wage on
A cube they planted for us to observe
Which words flow endlessly as water spouting out of a fountain
Their doctrine fed to many, it’s taste rancid
To find truth and conquer their wicked traps, it is as climbing mountains
A moment of confessing desires to differ from the norm
Our hearts chastised for daring to yearn for something beyond
Those of whom we love, our wish to free them
Their minds seized through deceit, placed in a bond
For wishful thinking of the works of clever devils, they are condemned
Our loved ones, stolen to be sheep fed for slaughter
Our hearts may crack from the pain, yet we wage on
We long to see the day of justice, a recompense for their evil
Wars waged for profit, millions of lives lost
Defiling the land out of greed, the air made toxic
Tongues which spoke truth, cut off by the blade of silence
Once we stand for liberty in the face of oppression
Quickly does Babylon turn to violence
A roaring bull which cannot be tamed, razing through all for their share
Lust and power drives the bull mad, raging havoc upon the innocent
Lies woven into the nation’s fabric, hexing all with false freedom to bear
False teachings and perversion of the mind, their fruits of a foul scent
The dispirited posterity of our fathers, taught to reach for a false hope
Led astray by a seducing light to a road paved for a better tomorrow
Turning to the hopes of a hollow dream to cope
The road they take is yet filled with betrayal and sorrow
Their feet caught in a trap, they have fallen for a great lie
Despair entering their hearts, the hopeless made to weep
They wished to live the dream, yet to do so they had to be asleep
A revelation made profound, the dream wasn’t real
Look upon your works, O’ Babylon
The souls you vexed for gold
The hearts you burnt for control
The nations you ruined to keep your hold
Your wicked deeds will be met with virtue
For the bells of death will toll
Upon the great vengeance, you will remember
The ravishing of children, their bodies you dismembered
Unreachable heights of perfection you placed upon the fragile ones
Their hearts you vexed with sadness
Once judgment passes, what good is your fortune?
Your cries for forgiveness will not be heard
For they will be drowned by the blood of the innocent
Of whom you slew by your wicked sword
O’ Babylon, you are the foul and hateful bird
Eternal Love, Praises, Glory, and Honors be to the Most High Yahweh Elohim and Son Yahweh Ben Yahweh and the Heavenly Archangels. Thank you Yah for giving me the words to write this poem. I pray that this poem reaches those of you who are distraught wondering how long will the injustice go on. Do not fret for their time is very short and spiritual judgment is soon to commence by Yahweh Elohim and Son Yahweh Ben Yahweh. Barakatha. All Love and Glory be to Yahweh Elohim and Son Yahweh Ben Yahweh and the Heavenly Archangels Halleluyah! One Love Salutes to the 1/3rd Hebrew Kings and Queens and 10% Gentile Brothers and Sisters. Barakatha.