(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 through
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

From 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 need to bring

When your version of God demands and asks

Sitting and watching so high above

Will you, my child

Purge all your old mortal songs linked to sin

To earn my love?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy