The Gate of Fate
Woven broad cloth loose threads of care
helping lost and hopeless hearts to share
a given dream of dawns powerful light
that wisdom needed to speak what is right
before the end of time marches to war
with chaos peaks of envy to enter a door
which righteous want more and more and more.
Heavy drops of rain descend from clouds so wet
refreshing pools of dust hidden behind the crest
flowing even around the church and state
following the crowds one by one at the gate
where voices murmur and cry with tear fulled eyes
a joy for humanity who enter here with certain pride.
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