The Two Gates

Many already know much about the two Gates,
'Tis a pity
Some seeks that that leads to the City of fate!
And thirsts I that leads to the Holy City.
Days and years file.
The paths we travel,
Perhaps of disasters and smiles
Yet only carrying a tonne of bubble;
Soul of mine thus feels cold,
And many believe the world shall end one day by rainy fire:
The righteous' home is heaven," I'm told
To be there though oughtta I ignore mortal desire.