Heaven
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"Heaven"
Heaven Has Be The Only Place
I Can Rest .. I Don't Need To
Feel As Though I'm Not Good
Enough To Be There
Heaven Is A Place That Has The Most Surrealist Dreams That No Man Has
Ever Witnessed .. I Mean Let's Face This
Heaven Is Happiness
I Don't Know One Man Who Has Said Heaven
Is The Worst Place To Go After Death .. Even In Those Horrendous Words .. I Would Not Believe Him .. Those Words Haven't Even Been
Spoken By Devil You Understand Me .. My Life Is Surrounded By Bad But I Try My Best To Be
Good Like The Angels Because One Day I Want My Wings .. I Want To Be Someone's
Guardian Angel And That's For Sure.. My First Words In Heaven Will Be God I'm Finally At Home.. Ima Take My Shoes Off And Kick Back
And Be Breathless At The View ..
God Watches Over 24/7 It's Only Right To Give Him His Praise And Glory .. I Love God So Much My Sky Remains To Look Like Heaven Lights ..
I Pray To God Everyday In Hopes He Hears My
Daily Praising.. I Pray To Him About My Life Strictly Going In The Right Direction And That Family Remains Healthy No Matter What
Fallouts That We're Meant To Happen .. I Pray To God About My Bestfriend Ayla And That Her Family Remains Truly Healthy And Happy During These Sad Dark Times..
And That I Wish She Would Smile At The Thought Of Reading This Poem .. Because The Only Thing In This World I Care About More Than God Is Just Her Safety 😌
Heaven Remains To Be The State Of Decreased Individuals Who Only Did Good In Their Life And Tried To Promote Peace ..Hell Remains To Be The State Of Decreased
Individuals Who Only Did Bad And See All The Fuck Up Things They Did While Walking The Earth.. Thats My Standpoint On It .. But When The Time Comes I Wanna Go In Peace
And I Want To Make Sure That I Live In Happiness And Abundance Of God's Love And Ayla's Love All Mixed In Together To Promote
My Increased Contentness..
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