Heaven Is Not Where You Think It Is
When you die
you may be burnt
better than those
that Zionists burn alive
you may be buried
in the soil of the universe
at best
may you come back as a blooming rose
giving hope to all who admire the beauty
of natures mystic gifts
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2025
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