The Gate
Step forth through the jaded gate
Orders are steady. No reason, no debate
Do as you're told says the eager voice
Give us one more chance, a lasting choice
"Why?" answers evil "You're at fault"
At fault we question
Constantly in doubt we all hope for success
As we are purged headlong
Into oblivion, Smiles of wisdom
No Longer felt, as the grayness
Of the gate severs our heads
And gives us life, or a choice
To kill, and become alive
© 1994, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved