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I dreamt I found the gates to heaven
The day before I died;
But the guardian said "Go away,
There's no room for you inside."
So I turned and slowly started to walk,
How far I cannot tell;
But very soon I found myself
Facing the gates of hell.
There was no fire, there was no cold,
Just the stench of stagnant air;
Then a voice beside me said "Step inside,
There's room for you in there."
But then I awoke, and in my mind
It all became very clear;
We each choose to live in heaven or hell,
And we make that choice right here.
Copyright © James Micules | Year Posted 2020
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