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The Mesopotamian War...1991
Mesopotamia, a holy war
Innocent blood upon his hands
He who beckons Beelzebub
Into this holy land
His mission then
Doest he announce?
To cast out Satan, his claim shall be
Yet, he beckons Beelzebub
Prince of the devils, is this Ball deity
If by Beelzebub he claims to
Cast out the devils of our mighty land
Then so shall he be cast down
As should be, by Beelzebub's hand
Shall we call him Nebuchadnezzar?
For by his confession he claims to be
The ancient king of Babylonia
Who marched upon Jerusalem
In the year 597 B.C.
Again now, in the year of our Lord
Nineteen hundred and ninety one
A holy war in Mesopotamia
Today, has just begun
Countless dead and cries for peace
Are seen and heard throughout the world
as two presidents on this, our planet Earth
Their missiles have unfurled
The American mans president
Says it's for peace that we must fight
As he sends our soldiers, young and old
To suffer in the darkness of the night
The president of the Iraqi land
By vengeful acts, he does abide
Sending yet more scarlet troops
To fight by Beelzebub's side
Why then should we pledge allegiance
To these, the mortal kings we see
When it is by the hand of the immortal,
The king of kings
That our souls shall be set free?
As balls of fire fall from the sky
As sirens waken peaceful sleep
Lo and behold, hundreds more will die
And I'll pray that their souls
Our Lord will keep...
L.A.McNabb
January, 1991
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
Innocent blood upon his hands
He who beckons Beelzebub
Into this holy land
His mission then
Doest he announce?
To cast out Satan, his claim shall be
Yet, he beckons Beelzebub
Prince of the devils, is this Ball deity
If by Beelzebub he claims to
Cast out the devils of our mighty land
Then so shall he be cast down
As should be, by Beelzebub's hand
Shall we call him Nebuchadnezzar?
For by his confession he claims to be
The ancient king of Babylonia
Who marched upon Jerusalem
In the year 597 B.C.
Again now, in the year of our Lord
Nineteen hundred and ninety one
A holy war in Mesopotamia
Today, has just begun
Countless dead and cries for peace
Are seen and heard throughout the world
as two presidents on this, our planet Earth
Their missiles have unfurled
The American mans president
Says it's for peace that we must fight
As he sends our soldiers, young and old
To suffer in the darkness of the night
The president of the Iraqi land
By vengeful acts, he does abide
Sending yet more scarlet troops
To fight by Beelzebub's side
Why then should we pledge allegiance
To these, the mortal kings we see
When it is by the hand of the immortal,
The king of kings
That our souls shall be set free?
As balls of fire fall from the sky
As sirens waken peaceful sleep
Lo and behold, hundreds more will die
And I'll pray that their souls
Our Lord will keep...
L.A.McNabb
January, 1991
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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The Mesopotamian War...1991
The Mesopotamian War...1991