The road to heaven
God created the manifest universe
but without His breath everything was inert,
so He outpoured grace with no need to rehearse,
that life across all worlds may begin to spurt
but boon became bane, ego made life a curse,
estranged from love, spewing venom, causing hurt.
Love is the tool by which souls may reunite,
with God, our creator, full of love and light.
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