The air was silent before the wind, but then it howled and we begin:

There is a break between the sky – so soft and blue – and I.

It began in the age of light before the first man lost his might,

He was my father and made a choice, and as he did, we lost our voice.

One with the wind we once were, and the ground beneath was much more pure.

The voice of man: like the howling wind, which out on the air he once did send,

Is now broken and jaggedly hoarse for man’s bedeviled, fiendish course.

And the sky so far above became further than the soaring dove.

Dust and sand we became again; the world now rattled with bitter sin,

Snakes and spiders roam this place, and from our maker we hide our face.

But the dirt rose up one fine day; we thought to the heavens we’d make our play:

All this vile race became one – and the Wind beheld we were a smoking gun.

So the Wind collapsed our mortal plan for we had come as one man

To Nimrod’s plane, of Shinar’s fame.

And now in some odd years beyond, of this same folly we are fond:

“As sinful dirt we must unite! Who shall have the strength to us requite?

“No power of others can put us down – and of the Wind we’ll make our crown.”

But the Wind with mighty tempest blows; confound their speech, lest this weed grows.

Yet the prophet – when men returned, (to the place their sin had burned) –

Revealed the taken seed of Shinar’s plane, will once again become earth’s gain.

And again a fire will fall, for we despised the breeze’s call,

And thought it good to instead unite, as tho ‘righteous’ meant: just not to fight.

All these kingdoms of the world will in the end all be repealed;

They are but as Babel was, for they do as Babel does.

The Spirit calls and in the end, when all has fallen (the Truth is wind),

Repair the break is all that mattered, be now then with Blood bespattered

The Sky came down and bled for me, I drank His blood, and now am free.

Do you hear he howling Wind? Ever calling, whom, ye, shall send?

The kingdoms of this world are vain, seek them if you long for pain,

As in the days of Shinar’s tower man will unite, and be in power.

We are broken from the sky, and seek to set our flesh on high,

It is the spirit that can roam, up in the place: eternal home.

Return to the sky where Christ abides, He’s coming back, on clouds He rides.

Zecheriah 5:5-11
5 Then the angel that talked with me went forth, and said unto me, Lift up now thine eyes, and see what is this that goeth forth.

6 And I said, What is it? And he said, This is an ephah that goeth forth. He said moreover, This is their resemblance through all the earth.

7 And, behold, there was lifted up a talent of lead: and this is a woman that sitteth in the midst of the ephah.

8 And he said, This is wickedness. And he cast it into the midst of the ephah; and he cast the weight of lead upon the mouth thereof.

9 Then lifted I up mine eyes, and looked, and, behold, there came out two women, and the wind was in their wings; for they had wings like the wings of a stork: and they lifted up the ephah between the earth and the heaven.

10 Then said I to the angel that talked with me, Whither do these bear the ephah?

11 And he said unto me, To build it an house in the land of Shinar: and it shall be established, and set there upon her own base.