In the land between the worlds
Lies a place called Purgatory
There are no friends, no one
Nothing once familiar, now gone
Blown away in the winds of change
Where lie only scathing regrets
A place called Purgatory
Where faces are unfriendly
And the culture is all alien
A square peg in a round hole
Unsmiling, incomprehensible
All fondness for what was
That cannot be, not again
For everything has moved
Only the disenfranchised
Live in a land of Purgatory
The world left ago with reason
Perhaps to run away from
Maybe it was to come to
The purpose then may vanish
In the reality that is today
In a village felt, Purgatory
Walls may not stand seen
They may be obsticles built
To defend against the novel
Or the confines inherent so
A prison now called Purgatory
Voices are foreign and unkind
Unbound by family and faith
No obligations to keep close
A tulmut of tragedies flowing
Swept away in Purgatory
There is no escape, no exit out
Yet its limitations are faulted
Wrought of fear and attitude
That the mirage of perception
Betrays adaptation gained
Given over to Purgatory