Bora born
Eaters of men _
War waits at the crossroads Armageddon's true
name, a literal translation from Hebrew explains
prophesy unravelled through history's time zones
don't climb a mountain, it's a nation hell wants.
The plane of Armageddo tricks plastic minds
moulded to a pattern short sighted beguiled
by a world cursed with boxed fundamental brains
literal insight fashions Eden's tragic pain.
So gather they must for control of the earth
from the four corners they come, rabid still cursed
corrupted by hate, belief's patterned cruel tones
deception in search of Assad's broken throne.
The harlot of states once were united
the beast was in the bush, a blood relation
from crowley's pathetic, ritualed, putrid stain
conjured up, debauched, the love of peace restrained.
Pipelines of energy to criss cross this place
Syria's unlucky gift slowly unwraps.
The harlot bemoans the petro dollar's fate
exceptional, entitled defrocked she waits.
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© 27th sep 2013 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Eaters of men _
Eaters of men _
