The Story of Heaven
Angels under the moonlight,
Are calling me tonight.
To narrate the story,
Of a sin and glory.
It was a stormy night,
Where the trees and winds fight.
It was under the flash of thunder light,
Where the Gods and Demons had a collide.
The evil spirit of darkness,
When covered the rays of moonlight,
It was God, the almighty
Who showed the path towards glory.
When the aroma of Godliness spread around,
The angels of heaven came around,
To bless the place where evils abated,
And this was how the heaven created.
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