The Whore of Babylon

from Lament by Until Extinction

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They know not what they do
Forsake now function for form
Cold
Nights are growing bitter
Beasts with grace ne’er imbued
What’s in their pocket keeps them warm
Pull aside the veil that hides it
Priceless gift, precious curse

All evil’s root
Is it worth the price?
What slim reward
Can justify our future’s murder?

The Ark
In the hands of heathens
At rest in lands profane
The whore of Babylon
Our god
Packaged, shelved, bar coded
Nothing risked, nothing gained
Turn our will to carrion
Dead beside her a small reminder
Of the wars that were lost

Whence came this perverse fantasy
Now banished to the great abyss?
For countless war crimes, granted amnesty
What good can hope to come of this?