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Babylon.

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Thou art mighty,     Babylon!     Thou art haughty,     Babylon!     Haughty, mighty,     Babylon!     Through thy streets the bats shall fly,     O'er thy ruins owls shall cry,     All thy chivalry shall die,     Babylon!     Golden-godded     Babylon!     Idol-cursd     Babylon!     Idol-cursd, golden-godded,     Babylon!     All thy gods shall bite the dust,     All thy golden godlets must     Sink to rottenness and rust,     Babylon!     Thou art royal,     Babylon!     Thou art ancient,     Babylon!     Ancient, royal,     Babylon!     Royal laws and ancient lies     Vanish when the people rise,     Truth must live, but Falsehood dies,     Babylon!     Thou art sensual,     Babylon!     Thou art sotted,     Babylon!     Sotted, sensual,     Babylon!     History this tale will tell,     To the righteous all is well;     Daniel rose, Belshazzar fell,     Babylon!     Thou art bloody,     Babylon!     Thou art cruel,     Babylon!     Cruel, bloody,     Babylon!     Cain's curse on your brow is set,     Bloodstains God will not forget,     And His curse pursues you yet,     Babylon!     Thou art crumbled,     Babylon!     Thou art humbled,     Babylon!     Humbled, crumbled,     Babylon!     Vengeance leaves no gated wall,     Vengeance leaves no gilded hall,     Vengeance blasts and buries all,     Babylon!

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