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Society collapses all around.
Even the language has become unstable.
Folks hurry to and fro.  Terrors abound,
like shadows of a spiritual tower of Babel.

Upon lost souls, envy and wrong desire
have formed a subtle, and unbreaking, cable.
Curses and sodomy are now broadcast
live, and in color, from that tower of Babel.

Scholars provide the devil's alibi:
they say that he is just an ancient fable.
That gives him liberty to reconstruct
an even higher, spiritual, tower of Babel.

People no longer know the Right from Wrong.
They say that each of those words is a label
for backwords thinking; all is relative
upon the network of that tower of Babel.

People want everything at lightening speed,
and bound, to their demands, as by a cable.
Nor will they tolerate an obstacle
that blocks their access to that tower of Babel.

But all those sins and troubles only pile
more misery upon the lost soul's table---
a table it makes reservations for,
calling ahead up to that tower of Babel.
 
Starward
 
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