By The Root...

Babylon was a bad idea from the start
Rebellious are all they who have a part
Bringing from the old world the roots of the flood
Shamelessly bringing worship with flaunt 

Covetousness sits at the base of her shrines
Guts nor glory can never hid her crimes
Elite education, born from such portals
Confessing men to be more then mortals

Inducing a need for the love of much money
Cursing those who would trade with their honey
If nature and talents make all men brethren
Whence come this maze in shame for severing

The bad workings of men begin in their dreams
Give the woman her place high in the schemes
Many are the dancers on god's golden plates
Who can withstand a vicious woman's gates

Golden chariot riding, fastened in pride
Thus the trail of tears swells into a tide
The laws of men in red and black wrong or right 
Signs and symbols displaying what they might 

Only the aged men can be so arrogant
While the young stand in line to be arrant
Drunk are the Kings and Rulers of the whole Earth
Money or Gold now gives people their worth

There was war in Heaven, that was what we heard
Heaven was depleted of it's one third
Over throw the Government of God at last
Babylon's chant is, God's time has now past