The Eyes of the Almighty: the Blood of Babylon

The road is short

its paths are clear.

the way is dangerous

bound with thieves;

but I am clever

persistent and calm.

I am patient i wait for night.

I come in the calm or amongst the bustle.

none left standing

several left dead.

Great Babylon take me

shower me in gold;

through power void conscious

cold like steel.

I reign supreme

till my mind grows weak.

greed and  sickness taketh my mind

grief and envy devour mine body.

lay me to sleep below

below a black pillar

solomon and cold

where my breath leave my body

and I breath nevermore.

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