Here's what's new. In the proccess of making my site easier to navigate, so my index is now white, with no animations or superfluous additions. Soul vs no soul runs through my mind, but truth be told, I prefer light rather than dark nowadays. Besides, my own site's been confusing me lately, so the changes are also for me.
In other news, a new long poem. A description of the content: The narrator begins with a short lament over his ugliness, sighing, "Once ugly, always ugly," before diving into a song about adapting and evolving to the world which is bad; because as they say, those who do well, adapt, because strong stance on anything is considered death. After his song, he starts a story from reality, a love story, he hopes.
With how long some of these poems are, perhaps I should start providing intros about the content. Let's see: A poem about how the majority of people err towards destruction in Hell rather than Life. Also, heavy critiques against Protestant Republicanism at the end, especially the clash between the idea of a "Christian nation" and what the law actually says.
As for how this relates to the previous part. Babel's called Babel for a reason... babble. I think I was babbling, but I'll do my best to form a story. These self-publications read like first drafts, but I appreciate the few viewers I have, in case this suggests that you all would be curious enough to open this kind of book.
Double update: A Tale of Babel V and VI.
In V, the narrator laments about the gifts of those born in wealth, about those born into wealth are more virtuous than himself, who was a man who was "self-made." To Him, Pride is more a friend of self-made men than to men who were already born with nothing to lack. The idea of this part can be summed as such: Can a man with sight be proud of seeing? No, because people can't be proud of what they don't work for.
In VI, the narrator cries about the disparity in perspective between those born favored by God and those born without God. He illustrates this disparity by describing the marriage of a beautiful, virtuous woman born and a working man self-made. Through this, he tries to prove two classes of people: those who need to pray, and those who do not. To him, there's nothing more certain than beautiful people marrying.
Cont. To him, it insults them that the beautiful pray. What's more, he's insulted that he's insulted. He laments because he's insulted. This section ends with light commentaries on popular rule, of how there's no rich or poor. Only good and evil, with 999 out of 1000 being evil... so why expect a majority to choose good leaders? One will choose good while 999 choose evil. There's no check to this but the rule of one.