Marduk, who held a paper sun and paper world within your hands;
maker of kings; lord of the lies. The fear of you is fading.
All those who knelt at your feet now tear you down.
Your Empire, made from paper, is burning.
Old, faded, crumpled; the winds of
change will blow
you a
way
.
*chief god of the Babylonians
Comments
maisie | July 16, 2011 - 18:46
claps!
well-wisher | July 16, 2011 - 21:24
I'm hoping he's history. I was just doing a little premature dancing on his grave. I know that he was only part of a larger problem, like Gaddafi and yet
there'll still be dancing in the streets when Gaddafi's gone.
"Ding-dong, the witch is dead, which old witch
the wicked witch. Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead"
Glum looking munchkin: I don't know why your all singing. There'll be another Wicked Witch along in a minute.
JoHn
well-wisher | July 16, 2011 - 21:27
Thanks, maisie.
JoHn