I closed my eyes and beheld a city clad in gold.
9 gates stood in the city and the residents never grew old.
Laying by the river, shining and radiant.
Babylon stands defiant.
The two may stand now but time will strike Babylon down.
For the universe will only allow one king and his crown.
The eternal city, cardinal points - North, South, West, East.
Victory built on the bones of the beast.
Opening my eyes and the city was gone.
Perhaps the Kingdom inside instead of out?
Maybe we should listen instead of shout.
And maybe see the Kingdom in everyone?
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Songs of Saints and Sinners
PoésieAn attempt to understand the divine and faith through my eyes. A collection of poems inspired by Blake, Milton and Nick Cave. From Christ to Krishna and everything in between. Basically attempts to convey some of my ideas and feelings about certain...
