Babel
Rosseta stone has defeated Babel,
the soul of her flew swift tho'
was sleeping since the days of Ptolomei.
Give me a brick, a plank and a nail,
we have to build the dream of Nimrod,
the hunter of gods sitting on five thrones.
Taller than Ararat, taller than heaven,
our sins can't be drowned instead,
they will live with us forever.
And if you send another flood to the ground,
we are going to cry and laugh,
from the sky , up to the sea of your useless hit.
JavierElorza
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