(chapter seventeen|verse the fifth)
And upon her forehead was a name written
MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.
Rise, my beloved,
my lovers of iniquity and filth.
Rise and come to me again,
drink from my cup of fornication;
For there will come a day when I
shall be brought low, and thy
lusts and desires will no longer be
fulfilled.
Thy eye shall fall, and thy tongue
grow hoarse with lamentation.
Love me while you have me,
priests of darkness.
For there will come a day
there will come a day
when
proud
Babylon
f
a
l
l
s
.
-froths and clings to one of
What poor, enamored soul is
What poor, enamored soul is this? Speak thy wishes, child, pledge thyself to me, and Babylon shall offer you unimagined riches.
(("poor, enamored soul"?! I
Will this beauty be another character of sorts? D: -dying to know-
And now things get
Would she adopt a evil fawn?
I found Sin
I
found
Sin
in
her
eyes
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Amsden will now proceed to