Here on earth I saw it
On my way into a cathedral
The iron clad gate shutters
Narrowed the way
One unseen hand did the gate
And the huge American spec found
Its way
Today I made it here
Waiting for when I can make
It there
I hope there are no iron gates
Anymore
If there are I'll no longer go
With that cumbersome car
Even this body polluted by
This world,
I will no longer encumber myself.
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