Which Gate?

Whispered words of wisdom told

Unto we by saints of old

Hells gates swing open wide

Inviting us to step inside

Deaths grip as cold as ice

Grips at bones like a vice

Given, bequeathed, passed on, endowed

Upon his face a deathly shroud

That we the lowly be held up

Invitations to the cup

Gates once open swinging closed

Questions never needing posed

Goodness given and received

All for they who but believed.




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