לבנות
They dreamed of a tower that stretched to the heavens
To be know for the tallest building in the world
They didn't heed the warning
The signs
They were children
Choosing to do as they pleased
Rather than as they'd been told
χτίζω
They made bricks
Much better than stone
Deciding this would be their tool
And set to work
Making a tower
In a town, a home
They ought not know
بناء
They began to climb to new heights
In crafting their tower high
And as they continued
They drifted farther away
From their purpose
Handpicked for them
By the Heaven King
建立
They thought they were hidden
When in reality
They never were
So as punishment
For their behavior
They were inevitably
Cursed
ædificem
Bad things happen
When no one
understands
Each other
You cannot live
Cannot create
Without a helping hand
строить
The tower rotted
The people left
Forced to go their separate ways
When the curse of Babel
Made it so that they couldn't even understand
The most basic simple instruction
That they passed around being
Build
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Candles of the Night: A Book of Poetry
PoesíaA book of all of the random poems I have written. Read through them and you'll be smitten. Updates are random for inspiration doesn't always flow. But often enough because I'm not that slow. Yes, many are written in rhyming verse. Yet not all are...
