Ode to the Fallen City

Woe, Woe Babylon has fallen.

The people turned to demons

Those on the left and right speak blasphemy

Saying things like ,
The past was right we need strength so we shall build the old world and rid the new

or We are triggered and want love so we shall build the new and rid the old with violence!
Building towers already crumbled for the thousanth time

For the whole city has turned to festering zombies
Having split in three

preparing to feast on each other in hate.
This is those lost in deception

For none purchase from each other no more,

woe the people think themselves god

while festering as worms eating dust

for they spend their days selling so many riches 

yet purchase none, demanding those purchase theirs 

but never dare buy another's gold. 

And the people are rich with gold but are poor

and rotting from a lack of more.
Others wander aimlessly , not even knowing what occurs
they are lucky and unlucky in their ignorance
for those who wander know not what comes of this.
And now you see the war in heaven ages passed
come again in the modern day, the angels deceived by
an unseen force who has deceived the whole world.

Leave this place
For their is the third part of the city, who say nothing
but know the city is crumbling
who are already preparing and who have spoken
who are not saying one or the other but both
for that is love, since one should build new and old together
not one or the other

Take double what has been acquired

 and gain great wealth, mix what has been mixed

with twice the ingredients, so that we may see the 

way, for the city is crumbling from pride

and it will come in one day, for the city 

cannot stand for a divide, for it is not then one

and so is not of the ONE true God.

When you see its burning, the people 

torn to shreds, shambling like devils

you will morn, for it took nothing but a lie

and a truth to divide

for when two are in hate they will 

crumble. While the city stands in glory
with its thousand jewels, wonder and technology

like the days of Rome and the Flood.

For this is that I speak of , the divided people

who attack and accept a mark of beasts

are the flood of days with the coming flood of water.

When you see the torment of the city, mourn her

for her dreams has not done a thing, for all her dreams 

have done nothing for every hour spent.

Desolate the dystopia marches onwards to a trap of cruel humour
 unknown to the ignorant, but seen by the few

So then in the coming days , nothing will come of it

thou shall see no more, for their is no more in this way
all that has passed has been lost, we have nothing left to do
for when you continue to divide their is nothing left but one thing

we have walked all down the path of a thing with no name

as the devil marches the streets claiming righteousness
they walk towards their destruction, as they will run out of narrative
and see the horror of what they've done.

while being a sickly nothing that will lead to infinity.
for only in running out of ideas will every single word
return in an instance, the people will be blinded.

Only in the way of rebuilding can we bring a city back to life

a temple destroyed and lost by the deception

The deception which has slain a thousand saints and prophets

whose temples were torn down for less, 

trying to build a glass ceiling , without anything at all

which will lead to nothing because their cannot be such a thing.

For if you have not seen the devil on the streets

then it will hit you in the face.

For the end of the road means one thing, either you go home

or go into the woods, going now spares you the torment
and guilt of what you've done.