The Bewitching of Babylon

Prayers to a lesser god fall and twitch on the floor.

The destroyer, the evil mouth full of vomit.

Begin through the ending does bewitch an open sore.

This is not what was meant, the gods admit.

Born from darkness, a lost light, and the dark shall adore.

Cross the heart with such a vile and cursed wit.

The lost beg with the mouths of those who have come before.

From the stars fell a princess amongst the thirteen:

Thief in the night, a demon on twilight, a fire in the moor.

Prayed a lesser god, writhing snakes in foul lots.

Nothing more than and nothing less would fit.

Rape souls, the body to fall amongst graves of maggots.

Leave hate to face the void, to lie within a stone pit.

The tongues from mouths tied in silent, slithered knots.

Princess, a weary and wonton little chit.

Bless the children born into a land that lies and rots

Bewitched Babylon beneath a fiery spit