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Heaven

heaven

I always get visions of heaven

Of choirs deep in worship and praise

Their voices rising in monotonous grace

Singing &holy, holy& like the bible says

I get visions of the pearly gates

And St. Peter his face wrinkled with age

I see the assembly of saints

Walking along streets gold paved

Draped in white cassocks with gold crowns

Their fair faces forgetting how to frown

I see the good angel Michael in all his might

Hovering overhead, such a beautiful sight

I see so many faces, too many to count

But I never see any friend, not one

The visions come to me in the dark silent night hours

As vivid and clear nightmares

I choose the realm of Hades, paradise forsaken

For I fear growing homesick in heaven.