On the noble gates of heaven
Open all night and all day
Some have hung No Trespassing signs
Some who want to convince us
There's nothing there because
They can't or will not see it
And even if there could be some Valhalla
We'll discover it when we're dead
Slamming the gates shut
Some who want to shackle knowledge
Of the light to power and violence
Exchange love for a vegetable life
(Is there a more abused word
Than love a more uncertain activity)
Some who would like to persuade us
This battle is not being fought
On other than wholly spiritual grounds
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