Heaven

Precious gem stones awaiting my throne my real home away from home the promised land much better than a 40 acres and a mule where the most high rules walking on roads of pawn shop dreams the after life not in hell filled with destruction,evil ,and strife Better than any mansion,car ,and any amount of money a land filled with milk and honey Angel wings, such lovely things flying around not hearing the sound of immorality but of harps ,great orchestras of great melody incredibly bright never lit by moon light by of His glory that's the place I hope to be when my destiny is complete