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Heaven Or Hell

Whisht! They are sleeping Have no fear, have no scull In a juggling sea ,rowing Like her hairs, life is also curl Oh hermit! Took them to their shrine No not to mosque, lead them to vault Where might an idol give them some wine Never hesitate, its virtue not fault They are not sinner, they are forlorn Be happy you love to an unseen God See Him and lost ,then you are lovelorn Like, who worshiped to their beautiful lord They do love to their beloved to win hell You do love to God to win a heaven And living to listen the ringing of paradise’s bell But they can kill themselves on her smell

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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