I'm marching up the mountain of the kings of Babylon
truly, sorely, tempted, the eternal Father's Son
among these wild animals damn desert storm kicks up
no shit just for this moment what you Lucifer corrupt
oo, balance point the Temple where my hunger turns to pain
propped on papal powers, ash, and the ruins of Rome and Spain
and, down below an angel's watching if I lose my mind,
but I can't get carried away right now, it is not my time
so, why you wanna spear me where it hurts and watch me die?
no one, no, not one, is righteous but our God and I
the Word wild men must live off, not on turkey seed and brawn,
will smash these stones to pieces, celebrate when you are gone
and I kinda doubt I'll miss you when you're gone,
highly doubt I'll miss you when you're gone..
©2011 Gary Ottoson | http://mbible.com/mark/1-12.htm
