An easy approach to the walls must be provided against: indeed they should be surrounded by uneven ground, and the roads leading to the gates should be winding and turn to the left from the gates.
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Montsgur
I stand alone in this desolate space
In death they are truly alive
Massacred innocence, evil took place
The angels were burning inside
Centuries later I wonder why
What secret that they took to their grave
Still burning heretics under our skies
Religion's still burning inside
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so god will know his own
The innocents died for the pope on his throne
Catholic greed and its paranoid zeal
Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross
Templar believers with blood on their hands
Joined in the choruse to kill on demand
Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars to die and be free
The book of old testament crippled and black
Satan his weapon is lust
Living this evil damnation of flesh
Back to the torture of life
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so god know his own
Laugh at the darkness and in god we trust
The eye of the triangle smiling with sin
No passover feast for the cursed within
Facing the sun as they went to their grave
Burn like a dog or you live like a slave
Death is the price for your soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars and to die and be free
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Piper At The Gates Of Dawn
Piper at the gates of dawn
The coolness of the riverbank, and the whispering of the reeds
Daybreak is not so very far away
Enchanted and spellbound, in the silence they lingered
And rowed the boat as the light grew steadily strong
And the birds were silent, as they listened for the heavenly music
And the river played the song
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The song dream happened and the cloven hoofed piper
Played in that holy ground where they felt the awe and wonder
And they all were unafraid of the great God pan
And the wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
When the vision vanished they heard a choir of birds singing
In the heavenly silence between the trance and the reeds
And they stood upon the lawn and listened to the silence
Of the wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
Its the wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
The wind in the willows and the piper at the gates of dawn
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Gates to Heaven
The gates to heaven
is wide open...
For me to walk
through it.
The gates are
made out of gold...
I can’t wait until
I walk through...
The gates of heaven.
Oh how much I
want to see
God...
But the gates: are
the gates to Heaven..
poem by Lisa Parks
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City gate
Men may say a “natural state”
With city walls and city gates
Is superfluous in it’s greed
And in attempts to make believe
We’re all in honest company.
Yet give a thing autonomy
And choice: Order or anarchy
You’ll find that things like property
And city walls and city gates
Come often all too easily
To a truly “human” state
poem by Lazarus Knix
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All dogs go to heaven
When (and if) you approach
the gates to Heaven
Make sure your dog
is safely hidden
Because St Peter may just
turn you aside…
And instead, welcome
your dog within
poem by David Whalen
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It's Forth Across The Roaring Foam
IT'S forth across the roaring foam, and on towards the west,
It's many a lonely league from home, o'er many a mountain crest,
From where the dogs of Scotland call the sheep around the fold,
To where the flags are flying beside the Gates of Gold.
Where all the deep-sea galleons ride that come to bring the corn,
Where falls the fog at eventide and blows the breeze at morn;
It's there that I was sick and sad, alone and poor and cold,
In yon distressful city beside the Gates of Gold.
I slept as one that nothing knows; but far along my way,
Before the morning God rose and planned the coming day;
Afar before me forth he went, as through the sands of old,
And chose the friends to help me beside the Gates of Gold.
I have been near, I have been far, my back's been at the wall,
Yet aye and ever shone the star to guide me through it all:
The love of God, the help of man, they both shall make me bold
Against the gates of darkness as beside the Gates of Gold.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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The Long And Winding Road
we were there on those long and winding roads
i got dizzy
and you talk about them
like you talk about a love that is still to come
a tryst, a night designed for love,
a honeymoon, after a woo, a worship,
honestly, i do not love these long and winding roads,
i get dizzy all the time,
why should roads be long and winding
who ever fixed it that way? who ever ruled the earth
with long and winding roads
why can't roads be straight like the way we long
and look at the sky?
i like bridges, those long and straight ones,
my gaze is fixed, my travel determined,
you drive the car, and i sleep all through our journey.
now, i don't get dizzy at all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Brother Walfrid Stands by Parkhead's Gates
The Celtic songs filled heaven's sky
and we marched along the Gallowgate
Joined by comrades, brothers and sisters,
As Brother Walfrid stood by Parkhead's gates.
The Celtic passion is such devotion,
Heritage, culture and our faith,
Our father’s father bore the tradition,
While Brother Walfrid stood by Parkhead's gates.
In the Garngad, from the parish of St.Roch’s,
Ireland’s sons and daughters would pray,
From the Royston Road, we would find our spiritual home
As Brother Walfrid’s soul welcomed us through Parkhead’s gates.
Our Irish inheritance we will cradle,
With the Glasgow Celtic, we will celebrate,
On the Holy Ground will play heroes & legends,
Blessed by Brother Walfrid who stands by Parkhead's gates.
The green and white drapes over our heart
As we are educated on the Celtic way,
And as we gather within Celtic Park,
Brother Walfrid stands by Parkhead’s gates.
Nov’17th 2005
poem by Daniel McDonagh
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Sad Death
Sad are people who lie and give death,
Your sin is special, even though murder is not,
And deathly bridges are traversed by the spirit,
To accuse no one wrongly and no one is in fight or trouble.
Openly, gate has been served and automated,
Made and consumed by the people who eat,
Their living is again the standard of meat,
The standards of meat are greater and superior.
Gates must open for the guests who change,
They fix a notion on whoever is proud of joyous occasions.
Gates after gates are opened to the glad,
And speaking those notions may damage the very gladness
That doors bring, that gates sing.
poem by Naveed Akram
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When God Opens Heaven's Gates
When God opens Heaven's gates
As we cross that gulf so wide,
The arms of Jesus open
As our soul will there abide.
When God opens heaven's gates
We'll see beauty all around,
Our loved ones, too, will greet us,
As we leave this earth behind.
When God opens Heaven's gates
There'll be singing angels there,
The awesome peace and joyfulness
Will permeate the air.
As God opens Heaven's gates
And His Light takes place of day,
Jesus welcomes us forever
As the ones who found "The Way."
poem by Gloria Davis Walker
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I Won't Back Down
Tom Petty) (Pensacola, Florida, 3/9/94)
No, I won't back down (2x)
You can stand me up at the gates of Hell, but I won't back down
I will stand my ground, won't be turned around
I will keep my world from draggin' me down, I won't back down
No, I won't back down
Hey, baby, there ain't no easy way out
Hey, I will stand my ground
No, I won't back down
Oh, I know what' sright, I got just one life
I wil keep this world from pushin' me around, I'l lstand my ground
No, I won't back down
Hey, baby, there ain't no easy way out }
Hey, I will stand my ground } (2x)
And I won't back down }
And I won't back down, no I won't back down
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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The Winding Roads
the white innova runs
for hours on this winding road
climbing mountains
we see the green forest
beside us
we are on rocky cliffs
we see the rivers wind
down the mountains
we are inside this silence
awed
overlooking the world
somehow this break
shall make us ponder
how we wasted time
on some nooks
of depression
and unnecessary worries
about tomorrow
the winding roads
still climb up this mountain
we look back seeing
the same winding roads
you say
there is no use going back
we look forward
the thrill up there
we do not discount
there is a valley somewhere
where we soon stop
and relax
then we shall talk
about this life
about these winding roads
that seem endless
to our gazes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Have Been Through The Gates
His heart to me, was a place of palaces and pinnacles and shining towers;
I saw it then as we see things in dreams,--I do not remember how long I slept;
I remember the tress, and the high, white walls, and how the sun was always on the
towers;
The walls are standing to-day, and the gates; I have been through the gates, I have
groped, I have crept
Back, back. There is dust in the streets, and blood; they are empty; darkness is over
them;
His heart is a place with the lights gone out, forsaken by great winds and the heavenly
rain, unclean and unswept,
Like the heart of the holy city, old blind, beautiful Jerusalem;
Over which Christ wept
poem by Charlotte Mary Mew
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Roads
I know a country laced with roads,
They join the hills and they span the brooks,
They weave like a shuttle between broad fields,
And slide discreetly through hidden nooks.
They are canopied like a Persian dome
And carpeted with orient dyes.
They are myriad-voiced, and musical,
And scented with happiest memories.
O Winding roads that I know so well,
Every twist and turn, every hollow and hill!
They are set in my heart to a pulsing tune
Gay as a honey-bee humming in June.
'T is the rhythmic beat of a horse's feet
And the pattering paws of a sheep-dog bitch;
'T is the creaking trees, and the singing breeze,
And the rustle of leaves in the road-side ditch.
A cow in a meadow shakes her bell
And the notes cut sharp through the autumn air,
Each chattering brook bears a fleet of leaves
Their cargo the rainbow, and just now where
The sun splashed bright on the road ahead
A startled rabbit quivered and fled.
O Uphill roads and roads that dip down!
You curl your sun-spattered length along,
And your march is beaten into a song
By the softly ringing hoofs of a horse
And the panting breath of the dogs I love.
The pageant of Autumn follows its course
And the blue sky of Autumn laughs above.
And the song and the country become as one,
I see it as music, I hear it as light;
Prismatic and shimmering, trembling to tone,
The land of desire, my soul's delight.
And always it beats in my listening ears
With the gentle thud of a horse's stride,
With the swift-falling steps of many dogs,
Following, following at my side.
O Roads that journey to fairyland!
Radiant highways whose vistas gleam,
Leading me on, under crimson leaves,
To the opaline gates of the Castles of Dream.
poem by Amy Lowell
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Open The Gates Of Happiness
Open the gates of happiness to astound the cherished soul,
May forgiven people follow and let them repent further.
Once the repentance stops close those gates they build,
So that forgiving can be a virtue of the highest strength.
May living beings experience the stopping and starting
So rare in the path of life, so confined we all are.
This is needed, forever in the mind, and gates are built,
To enter them is like providing for your own soul.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Preachers Of The Night
See the gates of hell and theyre still bleeding
Creatures of the night are creeping out - so proud
Ill be there once more to feed them
More and more theyre sneaking in my mind - so strong
All in all nothings left behind
Cannot hold it back this dark desire
Dont turn your head or youll be dead
The good have gone to ground - you know why
Preachers of the night - theyre calling
Preachers of the night - there will be no tomorrow
Preachers of the night - Im falling
Preachers of the night - they want me back
Touch the gates of hell while theyre still bleeding
Tearing at my soul and watch it weep - so raw
You better back off
My mind is not my own take heed then
All evils been unleashed within us all - so war!
You better back off
All in all nothings left behind
Cannot hold it back this dark desire
Dont turn your head or youll be dead
The good have gone to ground - you know why
Preachers of the night - theyre calling
Preachers of the night - there will be no tomorrow
Preachers of the night - Im falling
Preachers of the night - they want me back
Deal me out - Ive had enough
Trading in the kingdom of te beast
Step by step - not far behind me
Flesh and blood will never rest in peace
All in all nothings left behind
Cannot hold it back this dark desire
Dont turn your head or youll be dead
The good have gone to ground - you know why
Preachers of the night - theyre calling
Preachers of the night - there will be no tomorrow
Preachers of the night - Im falling
Preachers of the night - they want me back
Preachers of the night - theyre calling
Preachers of the night - there will be no tomorrow
Preachers of the night - Im falling
Preachers of the night - they want me back
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Everyone is given the key to the gates of Heaven. The same key opens the gates of Hell.
Bill Gates wants people to think he's Edison, when he's really Rockefeller. Referring to Gates as the smartest man in America isn't right... wealth isn't the same thing as intelligence.
quote by Larry Ellison
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My Door Is A Lamp
One day You ask: What are you up to?
- I work for lattices
And concoct doors for lamps.
The door to heaven will be split,
My doors shall turn into gates
Encircling my heaven of Old.
Radiation picks up from Hell,
Heaven closes its gates,
And my doors open and shut
To let Me only enter
My heaven and Paradise.
poem by Naveed Akram
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An uneven lot
My hands are uneven;
The one that seeks is long
And the other that lends is short.
My eyes are uneven;
The one for women is wide
And the other for the poor is weak..
My ears are uneven;
The one for applause is sharp
And the other for critics is weak.
My heart too is uneven;
The left half is fat for lust
And the right is thin for concern
.
Everyone has turned like me;
The fabric is loosening
And selfishness brings ruins.
21.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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