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THE WHORE OF BABYLON
Mother of doom
Herald the moon
Mistress of beasts
Sands of the east
Harlot of death
Taker of breath
Knees in the mud
Drinker of blood
RAISE THE DRAGON
IN THE FIRE
LIGHT THE PYRES
OF DESIRE
There's no god to be found
Among the graveyard mounds
Her hooves upon the storm
Hail The Babylon Whore
Murderous reign
Feed on the slain
Carrion come
As temples burn
Salting the earth
No more rebirth
God can't save you
So cruel but true
RAISING JESUS
FOR THE SLAUGHTER
GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS
TO BLACK WATERS
There's no god to be found
Among the graveyard mounds
Her hooves upon the storm
Hail The Babylon Whore
When all is dead and gone
Apocalypse has come
Behold the crown of serpents
The Whore of Babylon
There is no right and wrong
At the heart of this poem
Written for our majesty
The Whore of Babylon
It's raining gore
We feed some more
Pure devilment
In our laments
Spitting venom
Cursing Heaven
Kill what we may
To fill the graves
PRAISING HADES
ENDLESS HUNGER
ON THE THUNDER
BRING THE MURDER
There's no god to be found
Among the graveyard mounds
Her hooves upon the storm
Hail The Babylon Whore
When all is dead and gone
Apocalypse has come
Behold the crown of serpents
The Whore of Babylon
There is no right and wrong
At the heart of this poem
Written for our majesty
The Whore of Babylon
Herald the moon
Mistress of beasts
Sands of the east
Harlot of death
Taker of breath
Knees in the mud
Drinker of blood
RAISE THE DRAGON
IN THE FIRE
LIGHT THE PYRES
OF DESIRE
There's no god to be found
Among the graveyard mounds
Her hooves upon the storm
Hail The Babylon Whore
Murderous reign
Feed on the slain
Carrion come
As temples burn
Salting the earth
No more rebirth
God can't save you
So cruel but true
RAISING JESUS
FOR THE SLAUGHTER
GIVE YOUR DAUGHTERS
TO BLACK WATERS
There's no god to be found
Among the graveyard mounds
Her hooves upon the storm
Hail The Babylon Whore
When all is dead and gone
Apocalypse has come
Behold the crown of serpents
The Whore of Babylon
There is no right and wrong
At the heart of this poem
Written for our majesty
The Whore of Babylon
It's raining gore
We feed some more
Pure devilment
In our laments
Spitting venom
Cursing Heaven
Kill what we may
To fill the graves
PRAISING HADES
ENDLESS HUNGER
ON THE THUNDER
BRING THE MURDER
There's no god to be found
Among the graveyard mounds
Her hooves upon the storm
Hail The Babylon Whore
When all is dead and gone
Apocalypse has come
Behold the crown of serpents
The Whore of Babylon
There is no right and wrong
At the heart of this poem
Written for our majesty
The Whore of Babylon
Published 11th Jul 2020
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© 2020 Frank Green
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What can I say, quite happy I happened across this one as I find the writing absolutely beautiful. I like references like "Drinker of blood" showing the absolute defiance against heaven. Raising the beast. Abandonment of creation
to the reign of evil. Every part of this is beautiful in it's apocalyptic splendor. I will definitely be reading more, the depth of your writing is magnificent. Really love the choice of picture also.
to the reign of evil. Every part of this is beautiful in it's apocalyptic splendor. I will definitely be reading more, the depth of your writing is magnificent. Really love the choice of picture also.
