Riddles Revisited
Riddle Me This?
The gates of hell stand wide,
open, so you can go inside,
but who can come out again,
and still be the very same?
A father has a son,
of which death has won,
one has more than the other,
which one of them does suffer?
Talk and the deaf will come,
rising above the pandemonium,
but a Banshee’s sonic stun, strikes you dumb,
how can you tell them what deeds you’ve done?
A debt is a debt,
until it is met,
unless they have a heart of gold,
then must it be paid three-fold?
One plus one is two,
most know that is true,
but those who know it all are here,
why can none tell me crystal clear?
You keep telling me I am good,
and I knew that you would,
for I get many praises you see,
but surely good I cannot be?
A Bridge of both fire and frost,
that must be willingly crossed,
beckoning you with untold glory,
but only if you follow a righteous story?
One did live and one did die,
but both are, water can be dry,
the lions may sing and the hills may fly,
just like the pigs that are high in the sky?
Each and every day,
you do everything they say,
you’re their lackey and their slave,
will you follow them to your grave?
After a smile and a chat,
and a little pat on your back,
are you now back on track,
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poem by Dale Mullock
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