The Burning Of Babylon

A bitter woman

Is a man's worst mistake,

For she is mad at the whole world;

She takes down castles, and other important things

The fires of hell trigger her mind

For what is pain without cause?

For Babylon is a woman, without cause;

She struggles in the deep with her feelings

Slicing the heads off eager men

'Oh trigger me, trigger me,' she says

The darling wretching of one's demand

Who fakes such love

At an eager meeting?

She casts spells upon the poor

The witch's daylight, amor

I find myself standing

In the middle of an argument

Frustrated at the fire at hand--

The legacy of a woman has been triggered

The falling of the days are near,

Oh excuse me for this wretched love

God save me in despair

What random loves have taken me down?

For the burning of Babylon is here;

Abide my heart, or I shall die

Of a bitter woman's disease

And she is every woman on her period

Troubled and tormented by discreet;

Oh Babylon, Babylon; save me from the fire

For I am not one with my castle

For every man is running now

I possess the evil plot.