My Call
You only go to heaven if I go to hell,
There’s no invigilator, caller or bell,
No church regulatory board to seal,
The fate of the many’s dying peal.
There are boards of regulation,
But no unified voice of veneration,
To salute for marking boundaries,
Saving from godly inflammatories.
There is no heaven physically,
That we can see or view visually,
No location in space to validate,
Bigots voices who do imprecate.
I rather think it an aesthetic value,
A vague opinion for kids to follow,
Not a framework rational and clear,
For choosers to accept with cheer.
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