A piece I call Babylon. I wrote this one last time I tripped quite sometime ago.

The feeling of being dismantled,
The thought of being sucked in,
War, chaos, and disorder,
A country full of sin.

Everywhere I turn,
Another shot is heard,
Falling to the ground,
Like the body of a bird.

Take a look around,
To see what you can't see,
A world once filled with love and joy,
Now we're all enemies.

Changes are soon coming,
They will be for the best.
A fresh, new, healthy world,
Humans laid to rest.
SamsonSimpson Reviewed by SamsonSimpson on . Babylon A piece I call Babylon. I wrote this one last time I tripped quite sometime ago. The feeling of being dismantled, The thought of being sucked in, War, chaos, and disorder, A country full of sin. Everywhere I turn, Another shot is heard, Falling to the ground, Rating: 5