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Queen Babylon

Poetry By: Jan Gabriel

This is a poem that attempts to envision chapter 17 of the Book of Revelations of St. John the Divine.

Submitted:Apr 27, 2012    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Fear and sorrow engulf thy troubled senses; endless tears drain the heart's aching vessel. Like Jericho's walls, its stones dashed and crumbled, our souls lay crushed and broken. I hear the kings and princes in dreadful mourning groan: fire, fire, scorched earth, forlorn!

With tremble laud the coming dread

Upon that beast of scarlet red

Black heart wrapped in silk and thread

Crowned with gold and pearls they tread

With claws that graze the earth that bled

And cries that ring through valleys dead!

See come yonder o'er the plains

A horrid beast trampling over the grains

And see from gloomy waters churning

That great serpent with dark eyes burning

To the living and the dead, their anxious petition

Lord, spare them from this awful perdition!

But now see there, their vision of scorn

Rested upon her seat of thorns

From her bloody cup did titans thirst

And from her womb did giants burst

Behold, oh children, beyond the doors

Screaming, Babylon, Queen of Whores!


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