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
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