(A lone voice whispers)
There's s an island
You'll soon all see
Depending how old you are
Or really feel
A mythical land by the Divided Sea
Called
Purgato
A place many are branded to go
To be if transformed
Reborn
In a new angelic form
What will you take though
To hang around your neck
Like a golden yoke
Broken oaths of love
Jokes and painful stories
All of your lifes many now unwanted mistakes
People you tried to love
Some you still hate
It doesn't matter
We know and have seen all kinds
Film stars
Pop stars
World conquerors and all kind of leaders
Seen so many like us
Who once carefree
Entered these black gates
To eventually feel broke
Never to leave us
For at the point of salvation
They choked
But know this
Fate is a fickle friend
For what you do today
As you still live
With so much more to give
Could help you at your end
Be kind
Do more
Show emotion and some compassion
For we await
The hordes
To welcome you through these great gates
So what does that hidden side of your heart really sing of
Because that's what you'll bring
When your version of God demands
You need to purge all your old mortal sins
To earn their love
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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