It is My Life, Once More
© 02-06-2024, Olan L. Smith
Iterations; countless improvements until you get it right.
Total perfection, no impurities, no cheating, no skipping; no
Injustice, immorality, disgrace, dishonor, wickedness,
Sinfulness, and then you forever repeat the same life until
Mother God purifies all of your soul's spirit!
Yet, you will never remember your prior mistakes, just Deja Vu;
Live a trillion billion times, and just at the start. Totality, this is
Involuntary. Come now, who would think for a moment
Fanciful is a jolly ride around the block? Give me a break.
Enough; perfection times imperfection never equals nil,
Obedience or bust. Every life is the same, just slight improvements.
Not to consider tweaks along the way. One step forward, a million back.
Come, eternity never ends; you're not in a hurry; get it perfect.
Elevate your spirit to the loftiest of places. Pray on high peaks.
Move the others to follow your greatness that never comes,
Or is truly promised, for you don't remember one life from another;
Rescue yourself. Mere deeds that need perfection, but an
Eternity to achieve, but don't worry. You won't remember.
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