Babylon

Gate of the gods.
Where the girls weep alone.
Eros disregards,
The unwelcome vermin.
Hoards of like mind,
Create towers of stone.
Building blocks of righteousness,
All the way home.

Never say what they think.
Just working as one.
A team of creators,
Invading heaven.
Don't let God know.
Don't let him see.
He'll scatter your thoughts,
Languages and family.

He'll tear down your tower.
And label it blaspheme.
He'll punish until you cower.
For even the thought of heresy.

You'll be a weeping woman,
At Eros's feet.
Looking up at the gates,
Not realizing...

This is a prison.
Not the real thing.
Just illusions with revisions,
Meant to deceive.