Poetry

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An Angel, came down from Heaven, having Great Authority
And the Earth was illuminated, with The Angel’s Glory
He cried out in a loud Voice, Babylon The Great is fallen
For it has become, a dwelling place of many a demon
A prison, for each foul spirit, a cage for each hated bird
For All the Nations, have drunk of the wine of the Wrath incurred
The Wrath of her fornication, because the Kings of the Earth
Have committed fornication with her, the merchants of Earth
They have become rich, through the abundance of her luxury
I heard another Voice, from Heaven, say with finality
Come out of her, My People, lest YOU share in her sins, lest YOU
Receive her plagues, for her sins have reached to Heaven, listen YOU
God has remembered her sins, give to her, as she gave to YOU
Repay her double, according to her works, not meant for YOU
In the cup, which she has mixed, mix double, for her repayment
In the measure, that she glorified herself, quite decadent
In the same measure, give her torment, pain, and endless sorrow
She says, I sit as queen, am no widow, will not see sorrow
Therefore, her plagues will come in one day, death, mourning, and famine
She’ll be burned with fire, The Lord God Judges her, for her sin
The Kings of the Earth, who committed fornication with her
When they see the smoke arise, they will weep and lament for her
Alas, alas, Great City Babylon, that Mighty City
For in one hour, your Judgment, by God’s Wrath, has come quickly
And the Merchants of the Earth, will weep and will mourn over her
For no one buys their merchandise, anymore, gold or silver
Nor precious stones, pearls, fine linen of silk, scarlet, and purple
Any kind of ivory, most precious wood, bronze, iron, marble
Incense, fragrant oil, frankincense, wine and oil, cinnamon
Fine flour, wheat, cattle, sheep, horses, chariots, I’m not done
The bodies and Souls of Men, the fruit that your Soul longed begone
Has gone from YOU, and All things, which are rich and splendid have gone
The merchants of these things, who became rich, by her, left standing
At a distance, for fear of her torment, weeping, and wailing
Alas, Great City, once clothed, in fine linen, purple, scarlet
And adorned with gold, precious stones and pearls, but what came of it
For in one hour, such great riches, came to nothing, YOU see
All who travel by ship, sailors, All those who trade on the Sea
Stood at a distance, seeing the smoke of her burning, cried out
What is like this Great City, threw dust on their heads, and cried out
Yes, They were weeping, wailing, saying, Alas, that Great City
All who had ships, on the Sea, became rich, by her wealth, will see
For in one hour, she is made desolate, beyond limits
Rejoice, O Heaven, and YOU Holy Apostles and Prophets
For God has avenged YOU on her, now she’s desolate, alone
Then A Mighty Angel, took up a stone, like a great millstone
And threw it into the Sea, saying therefore with violence
The Great City Babylon, shall be thrown down, yes, All at once
And shall not be found anymore, the sound of music, harpists
They shall be heard no more, musicians, trumpeters, or flutists
No craftsman, of any craft, shall be found in YOU anymore
The sound of a millstone, shall not be heard in YOU anymore
The light of a lamp, shall also not shine in YOU anymore
And The Voice of Bridegroom and Bride, shall be heard in YOU no more
For your merchants, were great men of Earth, but by your sorcery
All the Nations were deceived, in her was found, for All to see
The Blood of Prophets and Saints, and of All who were slain on Earth
This is what The Angels, revealed to me, YOU decide its Worth

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