Babylonian's Cry
Deliver us from birthing evil
The saints pray for us each day
In seclusion of the delusions of mankind
Extraditions are forever hand made…
And the soul lifts to the empyrean gateways
Our creators are numinous savants
Species of extrasterrestrial’s divinations
Scientists of the orb’s cosmic flocks…
Tic tock over the mountain views
And the monolithic stones contain
Descrying into the capsules of the universe
Dead men are the marchers refrain…
To live inside a kaleidoscope
And wear blinders of sordid glee
Herding like cattle to the slaughter house
As hidden significance decorates the tree…
Holy father from kingdom come
And the silent night of Babylonian’s cry
Sing out loud to the sacred glories
where secrets never need to ever ask why…
© Authoress|Poetess Victoria L. McColley 2010
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