while not from the pearl sea, per se, the gates glisten and glean guests arrive. seeing sin too late, they scintillate they shiver under the strain of the leaden roof of heaven they perceive, they perspire, the columns awaiting a wilting more wan than white, the sad pearly gates
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not from the inside of oyster's clamped shell columns of heaven built from souls out of hell first crushed by life and now crushed by our own we cry we and suffer, each suffers alone decry not the column, that's calumny dire they'll kick you back down all the way to the fire
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