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The Big Red Door
Each morning after song and praise
I stand accompanied and unamazed
For the object that I stand before
Is tall and wide, A Big Red Door
This entity of pain and space
Brings only sadness upon my face
Though words cannot express my hate
Before this beast i stand and wait
For my superior to let me pass
And I continue along my path
Yet turn away I cannot afford
To leave this place and say no more
And still I walk across the floor
To the other side of The Big Red Door
