Babel

Look back in time
Try to make it stop
But it's persistent ad the hands of a clock
Where does the malice begin?
The animus start
The drift into rancor that splits us apart
A slip of the tongue
A failure to be
A blighted design of the fifth century
And we can reach for the sky
Sing 'till we're spent
The code has been sealed since the old testament

On my way to Babel
I'm on my way to rise before the ashes
Just because it is written
Does not mean it's true
But the sane never suffer the few
Who remain contemplating you

So construct to the heavens
A stone monument
A fortress of linguistic entanglement
Until not one soul remains
In the cold ziggurat
Who can decipher
What genesis left to dissect

On my way to Babel
I'm on my way to rise before the ashes
Just because it is written
Does not mean it's true
But the sane never suffer the few
Who remain contemplating you