Poetry is to Music as Lyric is to Soul: Alas, You Whore of Babylon

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Thursday, July 3, 2008

Alas, You Whore of Babylon

Alas, You Whore of Babylon Then the angel carried me away in the Spirit into a desert. There I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet beast that was covered with blasphemous names and had seven heads and ten horns. The woman was dressed in purple and scarlet, and was glittering with gold, precious stones and pearls. She held a golden cup in her hand, filled with abominable things and the filth of her adulteries. This title was written on her forehead: MYSTERY BABYLON THE GREAT THE MOTHER OF... Sign in to see full entry.

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