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The Plains of Babylon
They gather on the plains of Babylon.
“It's party-time dear friends!”, the invite reads.
“Let's shake it down and cross the Rubicon.”
“A stairway up to heaven is our need.”
The plots they thicken, artful plans are honed.
They build their zigurrat to breach the blue.
Bizarre bed-fellows meet and greet, combine
In shifting shapes to overthrow the throne.
“Rise up! Throw down...
Monday 26th August 2019 2:41 pm
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