Chaos formed in rings and waves
Darkness fell upon the slaves
Confounded voices dispersed their scattered words
Piercing cries from sharpened tongues
Impaled the letters drawn and hung
Shapeless marks in dust and falling tears
The tower and its stone protrusions
Stood firm against the dissolution
A sepulcher concealing remnant echoes
The sound crept through the cracking mortar
Shaking stones and sand immortal
Whispers lost in motes and darkened swirls
The coming night an inkwell black
A mask upon the bending backs
Of words now incomplete, no consolation
As textures writhing on the ground
Chaotic formless broken sound
Unified in loss and failing throats
Translation by the sweeping hand
Of God whose vicious curse of humans
Left creation trembling beneath
In moonless corners, dark slunk in
To sing a new temptation, sin
That it might mask the echo's older tongues
A serpentine curse from deep below
Soon found the cowering, fearful souls
In desperate leaps, they caught it in their mouths
A new refrain in harshest tones
Sang bitter in the trembling stones
Slanted and grotesque as crooked sculpture
The cursing pinched the tongues of many
A garish cry of enmity
A war of sound beheld in tower heights
The droning chant imbuing evil
Contended with residuals
The clamor shaking all the world's foundations
Harmonics fly, pitch and yaw
Reverberate throughout the halls
And all the ashen vessels hearken to them
Listen
The wailing of the rent and torn
Subsides as though a passing storm
The clouds from blackened chorus bringing rain
Dissonance, denying God
Accursed masses, lost facade
Failing mask of self-divinity
Yet deep within, a recognition
That they might of their own volition
Recapture what they once had held as true
The waves of sound within the tower
Cracked the stones as they grew louder
The greatest art began to buck and sway
The savage voice of blackened speech
Contended out of human reach
With all the harmonies left from their praise
And when it reached the tallest spire
The words made flesh could reach no higher
The stones could never touch the face of God
Blackest night gave way to red
Piercing flares and golden threat
Illuminating wasted words and breath
The contest in the tower fading
The vessels there below in waiting
Seeking shreds of hope amidst the ruin
The sun arose to light the day
Rebirth for words of ash and clay
A recollection of their genesis
Their gaze fell eastward to the light
And images of Eden's flight
Came flooding to the minds and hearts of all
The garden which from memory
Became a cage, illusory
Before the words were granted in deceit
The blinding march towards the sun
Seeking eternity, finding none
Babylon constructed there instead
The apple bleeding from their lips
As falling dew from tendrils drips
They sought to taste its nectar once again
For therein God had not foreseen
The essence of creative beings
Their hubris paid in tears and flesh and blood
That many tongues would tell the tale
The fallen tower to regale
With newer words and greater yarns to spin
A phalanx cut in cuneiform
The phoenix in the ash reborn
The words made flesh beheld their tongues anew
Melodious roots brought singing fruit
New generations followed suit
And harmony became the fireweeds
As God destroys, so it creates
The beauty of the language plays
In jest to One who thought to ruin all
In jealousy, divine in thought
The greatest art was culled for naught
For now their palate grew and multiplied
A thousand songs soon burst from one
With common language come undone
The mother tongue passed down onto the child
The poets came to paint their flourish
Downtrodden souls from which to nourish
Discovering their letters yet again
The word was God, begun again
Beginning brought of violent end
The beauty now of many yet as one
For flesh in ash and dust composed
Though fallen in its verse and prose
May seek the new divine from many paths
Behold the words made manifest
The wrong of pride is soon redressed
In humble speech and laughter for their folly
They cast up to eternal scribes
A reverence from deep inside
And fill the book with many new translations
Though memories begin to dim
Of knowledge bought with carnal sin
The fruit brought forth an orchard in its stead
May all who come to recollect
Behold the spire and genuflect
For all was lost, eternity to gain
Darkness fell upon the slaves
Confounded voices dispersed their scattered words
Piercing cries from sharpened tongues
Impaled the letters drawn and hung
Shapeless marks in dust and falling tears
The tower and its stone protrusions
Stood firm against the dissolution
A sepulcher concealing remnant echoes
The sound crept through the cracking mortar
Shaking stones and sand immortal
Whispers lost in motes and darkened swirls
The coming night an inkwell black
A mask upon the bending backs
Of words now incomplete, no consolation
As textures writhing on the ground
Chaotic formless broken sound
Unified in loss and failing throats
Translation by the sweeping hand
Of God whose vicious curse of humans
Left creation trembling beneath
In moonless corners, dark slunk in
To sing a new temptation, sin
That it might mask the echo's older tongues
A serpentine curse from deep below
Soon found the cowering, fearful souls
In desperate leaps, they caught it in their mouths
A new refrain in harshest tones
Sang bitter in the trembling stones
Slanted and grotesque as crooked sculpture
The cursing pinched the tongues of many
A garish cry of enmity
A war of sound beheld in tower heights
The droning chant imbuing evil
Contended with residuals
The clamor shaking all the world's foundations
Harmonics fly, pitch and yaw
Reverberate throughout the halls
And all the ashen vessels hearken to them
Listen
The wailing of the rent and torn
Subsides as though a passing storm
The clouds from blackened chorus bringing rain
Dissonance, denying God
Accursed masses, lost facade
Failing mask of self-divinity
Yet deep within, a recognition
That they might of their own volition
Recapture what they once had held as true
The waves of sound within the tower
Cracked the stones as they grew louder
The greatest art began to buck and sway
The savage voice of blackened speech
Contended out of human reach
With all the harmonies left from their praise
And when it reached the tallest spire
The words made flesh could reach no higher
The stones could never touch the face of God
Blackest night gave way to red
Piercing flares and golden threat
Illuminating wasted words and breath
The contest in the tower fading
The vessels there below in waiting
Seeking shreds of hope amidst the ruin
The sun arose to light the day
Rebirth for words of ash and clay
A recollection of their genesis
Their gaze fell eastward to the light
And images of Eden's flight
Came flooding to the minds and hearts of all
The garden which from memory
Became a cage, illusory
Before the words were granted in deceit
The blinding march towards the sun
Seeking eternity, finding none
Babylon constructed there instead
The apple bleeding from their lips
As falling dew from tendrils drips
They sought to taste its nectar once again
For therein God had not foreseen
The essence of creative beings
Their hubris paid in tears and flesh and blood
That many tongues would tell the tale
The fallen tower to regale
With newer words and greater yarns to spin
A phalanx cut in cuneiform
The phoenix in the ash reborn
The words made flesh beheld their tongues anew
Melodious roots brought singing fruit
New generations followed suit
And harmony became the fireweeds
As God destroys, so it creates
The beauty of the language plays
In jest to One who thought to ruin all
In jealousy, divine in thought
The greatest art was culled for naught
For now their palate grew and multiplied
A thousand songs soon burst from one
With common language come undone
The mother tongue passed down onto the child
The poets came to paint their flourish
Downtrodden souls from which to nourish
Discovering their letters yet again
The word was God, begun again
Beginning brought of violent end
The beauty now of many yet as one
For flesh in ash and dust composed
Though fallen in its verse and prose
May seek the new divine from many paths
Behold the words made manifest
The wrong of pride is soon redressed
In humble speech and laughter for their folly
They cast up to eternal scribes
A reverence from deep inside
And fill the book with many new translations
Though memories begin to dim
Of knowledge bought with carnal sin
The fruit brought forth an orchard in its stead
May all who come to recollect
Behold the spire and genuflect
For all was lost, eternity to gain
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