Trudging through that twilight place,
Searching for one of un-baptized face,
That secret place, not heaven nor hell,
Within murk´s mist, I hear tolling bell.
Wading through dogma & Catholic fate,
Place where departed babes must wait,
Where sinless infants do their bidding,
Limbo souls skulk, in risk of skidding.
When the doors of Heaven do finally lift,
Sins from souls un-baptized, then shall shift,
To man & church there is nothing hidden,
For all man´s crimes, by God, then forgiven.
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