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Yorie Von Kahl

Yorie Von Kahl

Register Number: 04565-059

Age: 60
Race: White
Sex: Male
Located at: FCI Pekin
Release Date: Life

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Yorie Von Kahl 04565-059
P.O. BOX 5000
PEKIN, IL 61555

Phone: 309-346-8588
Fax: 309-477-4670


Babylon 0' Babylon,

You rob the souls of men;

You force them into poverty,

And rob them once again.

You've never given anything

But pain and misery;

Your pleasure is their grievances,

Your red eyes shine with glee;

You rob the widows' houses,

The Orphans you destroy;

You are the works of darkness,

And terror you deploy;

0' how you love your silver,

Your gold's become your pride;

But when the son of God returns,

You'll find no place to hide.

His angels will encircle you,

And stamp you into hell;

Just as your father, Lucifer,

From heaven's war he fell;

Your days are surely numbered,

Your empire shall pass;

Your merchants and your servants

Will cry, "Alas, Alas;

“That great and mighty city,

With burning cinders smell;

She's gone unto her father,

into the pits of hell."

The days of grace have passed you by,

The Judgement now is set;

The gnash of teeth and pestilence,

For reward is what you'll get;

The demons that begat you,

Will dwell eternally;

With Jezebel and Lucifer,

In Judgement's fiery sea;

The whoremongers and Antichrist,

Will share in your reward;

That eternal lake of fire,

Will be your room and board;

You gave up eternal pleasure,

For the artifice of gold;

And when you held it in your hand,

You were powerful and bold;

But now where is your power,

Your golden god is dead;

You've lost your silk and glory,

And the crowns upon your head;

Your rubies now have lost their gleam,

Your diamonds' sparkle fail;

When your memory returns to these,

We’ll hear your woeful wail;

Then those of us who gave our lives,

And betrothed the King of Kings;

Who sacrificed thru love and pain,

For splendored eternal things;

We'll gaze upon you briefly,

As we enter thru the gate;

We'll be singing songs of Joy,

But for you it’s now too late;

You said you were of Abraham,

Of Isaac and Israel;

But Jesus said if you were of us,

That you'd be with us still;

0' Synagogue of Satan,

With your covert societies;

You've spilled the blood of martyrs.

With your murder sprees;

You brought abominations,

And Baalam philosophy:

With you out from Babylon,

From your captivity;

You spread it out through all the lands,

And thought you'd done so Well;

And those who bow the knee to you,

Are twice the child of hell;

Praise be to our Father,

And His sacrificial lamb;

And those of you who hate Him,
Will be rewarded as the damned:

0' children of the prince of hell,

Your nature proved your deeds;

Your fruit is of the thistles,

Your gardens grow the weeds;

Life lasts only moments

As a puff of smoke it's gone;

We'll all be pleading mercy,

For all our human wrongs;

But those of us who've cleansed ourselves;

Through the blood of Christ, Jesus;

Well look back upon our lives,

As if sin never was;

And well rejoice exceedingly,

When the scroll of names is read;

And wonderously marvel,

At "Mystery Babylon" - the living dead!

Yorie Von Kahl