25 September 2010

Zion & Babylon

"Oh great mammon of form and function, careless consumerist consumption, dangerous dysfunction, described as expensive taste. I’m a people disgraced by what I claim I need and what I want to waste; I take no account for nothing if it’s not mine. It’s a misappropriation of funds, protect my ninety percent with my guns. Whose side am I on? Well who’s winning? My kingdom’s built with the blood of slaves, orphans, widows, and homeless graves. I sold their souls just to build my private mansion. I’m a poor child, I’m a lost son; I refuse to give my love to anyone. Fight for the truth, or help the weaker ones because I love my Babylon. I am a slave, I was never free; I betrayed you for blood money. I bought the world, and all is vanity. My Lord, I’m your enemy. Children sing, Zion’s in sight. Time to make a change, leave your home, give to the poor all that you own. Lose your life so that you could find it. First will be last when the true world comes; livin’ like a humble fool to overcome the upside-down wisdom of a dying world. Zion’s not built with hands and in this place God will dwell with man; sick be healed and cripples stand. My kingdom’s built with the blood of my son, selfless sacrifice for everyone. I said let this world know me by your love. Oh my child, daughters and sons, I made you in love to overcome; free as a bird, my flowers in the sun, on your way to Mount Zion. All you slaves, be set free. Come on out child and come on home to me. We will dance, we will rejoice. If you can hear me then follow my voice.”





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