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Open the Door
You see my shining face. You speak my glorious name. Still you stand, firmly in place. You try to bypass me, Forging artificial keys. As the turtle wins the race! I have thrown you verse after verse, Wonder after wonder! Still you think the universe began From one great asunder! You act like there is no Beauty to behold anymore, I'm all that you need, I gave you the key, So open the door! Plug your ears when I call, Surrounding yourself with walls, Built upon your ignorance. I watch while you stumble On such slippery rubble. You ask not, my assistance! It is you yourself That made this world, black and bleak. I've created bridges, But you're the one with feet! You act like there is no Beauty to behold anymore, I'm all that you need, I gave you the key, So open the door! You left my shining home, And upon the Earth you roamed. Now just ahead is my gate. With great uncertainty, You come limply before me, Be blessed, for it's not too late! I've died a-midst a mocking crowd And came back from the grave. As I gave up my heavenly abode To show you the way! You act like there is no Beauty to behold anymore, I'm all that you need, I gave you the key, So open the door!
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