 ¶ Well, the people feasted and drank their wine ¶ ¶ And praised the false gods of his time ¶ ¶ All holy things they scorned and mocked ¶ ¶ But suddenly all their mocking stopped ¶ ¶ For on the wall there appeared a hand ¶ ¶ Nothing else, there was no man in blood ¶ ¶ The hand began to write ¶ ¶ And Belshazzar couldn't hide his fright ¶ ¶ For he was weighed in the balance and found warning ¶ ¶ His kingdom was divided, couldn't stand ¶