A tempered steel with which to cut
A door always intended shut
Locked and guarded for many ages
The propitious crusaders locked in cages
So many destroyed by this vicious battle
Obfuscation keeps the masses addled
When truth emerged and was rightly spoken
The speaker then was bruised and broken
Those who questioned beyond the thresholds frame
Were cast out through it, shunned, defamed
Some began to exit freely
To discover what the truth was, really
So together they would fabricate
The weapon that could gash the gate
It took so many just to wield
To ensure the gate became unsealed
And even now the reconstruction
Continues on despite obstruction
Though many hands still carry splinters
It may be ages more ‘till all can enter
The Mewriginal 
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