I can’t race with destinyI won’t fight the powers that beI will find a path to set me freeI will chase the light I’m shownOn a path I’ll walk aloneThe fate that lies ahead is not my ownI hear many voices cryTheir glorifying liesA delicious life has led them here to dieI can hear the sound of deathAs the whore draws her last breathSorrow and torment give no restRev 18:9 and the kings of the earth,who have committed fornicationand lived deliciously with her, shall bewail her, andLament for her, when they shall see the smoke of her burning,Rev 18:10 standing afar off for the fear of her torment,saying, alas, alas that great city babylon, that mighty city!For in one hour is thy judgement come.Rev 18:11 and the merchants of the earthshall weep and mourn over her; for no manbuyeth their merchandise any more:Rev 18:12 the merchandise of gold, and silver,and precious stones, and of pearls, and fine linen,and purple, and silk,And scarlet, and all thyine wood, and all manner vessels of ivory,and all manner vessels of most preciousWood, and of brass, and iron, and marble,Rev 18:13 and cinnamon, and odours, and ointments,and frankincense, and wine, and oil, and fine flour, and wheat,And beasts, and sheep, and horses, and chariots,and slaves, and souls of men.Rev 18:14 and the fruits that thy soul lustedafter are departed from thee, and all thingswhich were dainty and goodlyAre departed from thee, and thou shalt find them no more at all.