Into the gates, may you all be darned.
Selling what you do not own,
Buying what you can not pay for.
The process society feeds on.
Every dollar you loose gives it more.
You find yourself in a wasteland...
Remembering the value of money.
Now that it's gone do you miss it?
They gave you everything.
In turn, you were their slave.
Spent every moment of your life complaining about it.
But you want it back.
See where wasteland nostalgia leads...
Into the gates.
The gates of the darned.
The gates of hell.
The place where we all end up.
No one is perfect.
Only perfection is accepted by him.
When you darken the shade of the bright light,
You still get black.
You'll enter the black gate.
Though it should be white.
Fallow into fields of flowers...
All are poppies.
Death blooms here but you do not notice.
All you can notice is your disbelief.
Stepping back, out of the field, to life.
It does not want you.
The fool you were, begging for acceptance.
Yellow clouds glide on an open wind.
Children play in the waste.
Birds perch on the smoke stacks.
Nothing has changed in the world.
Your number, now someone else owns it.
If you were back, even you wouldn't know...
You finally slipped...
Into the gates.
Another verse to the first.
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