Pastor John,
I make a poem yesterday:
Babylon the Great
The great and mighty city
The mother of harlots, full of mystery
She drunk the blood of the martyrs
And she was full of blasphemy
The habitation of the devils
The place of every foul spirit
A cage of every unclean
A congregation of the dead
Her hand full of abominations
And filthiness of her fornication
Her wine and delicacies, drunk and ate by all nation
Her sins and iniquities, reached and seen unto heaven
Babylon the great is fallen!
She will be thrown down
And shall not be found
For the judgement will come
God is calling her people in Babylon
Come out of her, my people!
For their ceremonies, full of vanity
Come out! For her plague will be exceedingly great!
Leika