All day, I’ve dragged the gates of hell
Both up and down the mountainside
And through the streets where martyrs fell
And children by the million died.
I’ve heard them clink and clank behind
Along the banks of blood-filled streams
And down the backroads of my mind
All littered with my broken dreams.
But now I learn it all makes sense;
My life’s unfolded like a play.
I’ve suffered at my own expense,
As if there were no other way.
And, loath to drag them further on,
I look but find the gates have gone.
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