Their Heavens, Gazed Her Ashes Rose
What are you doing
What are you doing
What are you doing..
....Babylon ?
Having come full circle it seems: a series of dreams and no
Pilate you would hold no power over me, lest it were granted thee from
Above thus they whom carve these days, have the greater sin ? Caught amid
Your whirlwinds churning out sorrows, upon sorrows; a heartless machine void
Of conscience pitter patter the babies tiny feet; racing past, his carnage this jungle....
She screams round-a-bout her world adrift in disarray ? Nailing night unto Love's cross.
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