The Fall Of Babylon
By William Harrison
Come hear the footsteps march at warlike pace,
Come see the merchants weep and craftsmen flee.
The vengeful grin on every stranger’s face;
The angel’s cast the millstone in the sea.
Behold the fate that’s shortly to befall
This queen of whores who rides a scarlet throne.
It’s all been written on the palace wall:
Her tower shall be shattered by the stone.
The kings of all the nations quake with fear,
Each priest and temple harlot tears their gown;
Their metal idols cannot save them here.
With violence shall Babel be thrown down!
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