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| Cohon | Jul 9 2009, 06:25 PM Post #1 |
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Up here, On the sun's anvil, The mountain of God. I can see, The light bearing down on me, Radiant, glowing, inexplainable perfection. I'm rising, Through ever-changing mists, That spiral under no control. I arise, At God's throne, The epiphany of justice and moral. The gates open, A halo of light surrounding them, Golden, Not the metal, But the colour itself. I enter sheepishly, Dragging my feet behind me, 'Is this where i am meant to be?' The question still unanswered, I step through, It is a 'Garden of Eden', It is 'Heaven' itself. Edited by Cohon, Jul 9 2009, 06:26 PM.
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