Gates of hard steel are like a reminder,
Their work is from the elder ones;
Children have trouble understanding the familiar,
What does this gate mean to their emotions?
A guard is given and forgiven, mercy flows
With merciful worlds of the universe,
This universe has taught the children from embryos
So that we can enter the house of commerce.
How do children live among other adults?
When they were given birth, the death arrived
For those who wanted, for God consults
With the angelic powers and contrived.
Gates shall be closed to the warriors,
Gates of strong wood are erected,
They swing open for the journeyers,
Their noise must be connected.
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