People
crowd behind the Door
Fighting
on the bloody floor
They all strive to enter the Room
Where joy does always bloom
When
the bell of Fate tolls
The
Door closes all at once
Those
who stay outside cry
While
the ones inside dance
The
Door opens and closes forever
People
enter the Room in turn
A cyclic game that ends never
The fire of life does always burn...
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