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Heavenly Gates of Hell


Once upon a time a gate had opened Gleaming, glossing, glistening, glowing The gate had opened wide and stretched so long But the sound was silent, with no ones knowing The men behind the gate must have been so strong The way they lifted the gate and just kept going "Push and keep pushing 'til we can push no longer" All the men commanded "Lift and keep lifting 'til we can lift no longer!" All the men demanded They lifted this lonely gate The gate that stood stranded A marvelous gate indeed that I looked upon Fire. Fire? Why is there fire? Is this not the Heavenly gate I thought to be looking on? There is fire! Crackling, flaming, burning, smoking fire I hope my eyes have deceived me, I wish my brain to be a liar My palms are sweaty, my voice is cracking up My feet are burning as well 'Fore my eyes have deceived me the first time Into entering the heavenly gates of Hell
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