Babylon Poem by Gil Gregorio

The Redemption

By the time the day of the Lord
will clinch its final throb;
Babylon will be enveloped
by her own wickedness;
And the rotten grains layed
on the table will crack you;
Within your veins the impure blood
will swallow your pride of iniquities;
As the curse of blood in your empire
from of all times is levied upon you;
And the souls of every men murdered
will count the days of your throes!
The earth will tremble like a child
with all its fearful pleads and cries;
And all of those that would not belong
the Lord will carry them on-
Into the pit of their own afflictions
their choice is over:
for their faith in God will be late
for their own redemptions!

The Feast

Oh heavens, hear the voice and cries,
their laments of forgiveness is unbounded;
Never would anyone will carry the cross
for the time of forgiveness is gone!
The justice of the Lord is fair and just:
Those who've chosen wickedness
will be on their own head and bond
but those who've chosen life
will be on their final journey heavenward.
Praise be thy name, oh Lord of Hosts
your day has come with dreadful cause!
And in the sky, the fowls go yonder
in feast they celebrate with the vultures:
For the harvest is done wittingly
by the Hands of the Lord indeed.

The Hades of Sorrows

Babylon will be bound to the hades of sorrows
where the painful afflictions crack;
And in the days of the Lord will come
like a fire devouring the stubble!
And in the midst of these eventful years
a dragon's howl will be heard in bound:
'Oh Babylon, why hast thou forsaken me?
Where are those that promised glory? '
As if in imitation, you are plucked with mud
and the rows of spirits lined in your way;
They are crying in your dead songs in blind
and the ground will shake your tempest throes!

The Destiny

Babylon, by the time the day of the Lord
will visit your ground not yours;
The base of your iniquities from the time
of old will be accounted in your days;
The conquered will rise like heat of the sun
and devoured your most holy ground apart;
And your days will not be remembered
anymore than a history and a thought:
'Was this the conqueror of the earth
that holds the world in his hands? '
Oh, destiny unfold the ever-written on the pages
really happened in those days finally
by the reality of the time of life...
everlasting condemnation indeed is done
by the Lord's day of judgment.