Now just off Fordbridge road lies a wall where Curry plants line up all in a row , their scent wafts past the walls and to the Church where like sung melody of coral song can be heardwhere Christ is Lord .
Did you see the robin red ******* capture ? Did you see how it fluttered it’s tiny wings ? One moment captured by walls of brick , and only an open window found this dear Robins rest .
What Babylon’s we seek . What red walls we creep , Our prisons we like birds fly in to open windows .
Saddam Hussain looked out on Babylon’s ruines from his Palace of opulent wealth ,
where black angels stalking darkness creep , the arrogance of evil lies the envy of gold . The night the moons light hid the pagans covered their eyes . The hand of Gods writing on the wall . Wine filled goblets of gold ,pleasure , wealth and power to bestow a feast of flesh for all . Cut down with trembling fear , cut down as God is near , Cut down his arsenal to unfold .
Oh gates of Babylon of who Dio did sing and who’s gates opened wide. who Alexander the Great and Babylonian blood could not hide , the might of the Persian army , now lies crumbling in the dust .
Then my dear let no Babylon awake and tremble not that God alone should take you’re fear . For our secret love no one may tell , when we meet with beating hearts in our curry planted gardens of love .