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A place that's divine,
a heart without soul.
The Heaven's above us,
Hell is below.
To creep like the wicked,
to shine like a dove,
to kill in a rage of anger,
to love as thee above.
To judge as many do,
to forgive as He will do,
to torment the mind,
to cleanse the soul.
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