Heaven To Me
Here, look at life,
It’s full of strife.
I am quite genial,
But my work is menial.
Money everywhere and all
But I am poor and small.
Heaven will open a door,
Justice for the many poor.
It’s an age again of nihilism.
Affirm Heaven and believe—
There is a balance sheet.
Life has purpose—don’t cheat.
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