Not an Improv! Examination of our relationship with the Whore of Babylon(World-Dominating, Governmental Entities) during the last days. These lyrics are a hodge-podge of snippets taken from my writings on the subject and arranged in a rather pleasing and meaningful way. -M-
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fiogf49gjkf0d She casts the mighty shadow,
the darkness of the deep
And makes for me a bottle,
my soul for her to keep.
She traps me in this bottle
with honey and with hate
And only knows her future
if she can seal my fate
Solome the whore
asks for my head
Dancing on the water she
turns the sea to red
And the grapevine bleeds
while her horses tread
Her suitors are suited,
her flatterers are fed
Many will die and
nothing will be said
I'm a genie with a message
in my bottle I await
For a dove to release me
before it is too late
There is a time to give
and a time to take
There's a time of the dove
and a time for the snake
The sowers sow
and the reapers weep
And the wolves are
keepers of the sheep
Solome the whore
asks for my head
Dancing on the water she
turns the sea to red
And the grapevine bleeds
while her horses tread
Her suitors are suited,
her flatterers are fed
Many will die and
nothing will be said
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