On an Island far away, lay, lay, mysteries of another day.
The ground where these things lay, lies the truth of another delay.
The Gates of Hell
A man is born of Spirit, and Flesh, the mans mind as Simple as breath.
Along his long journey, along until death, in the end he will face the test.
The Gates of Hell
along a blackened wall of fate, lies truths of life's debate.
Honesty can be found in late, abound in sorrows, at an untimely rate.
The Gates of Hell
Inside the Gates his mind will be, trained with thoughts of what he sees.
Arranged in lines of futures, twined in men's need.......
He will then feel close to home in his insanity.
The Gates of Hell.
4/27/91
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