HEAVEN?

Do you believe in Heaven?
What is Heaven, where is it?
Is everyone's Heaven the same?
Or is Heaven a game,
a game made up to make you behave,
to do your best and stay a slave.
A slave to the rules of yesterday,
Rules that keep you from choosing your own way.
To me it sounds like a big charade.
They say, Heaven is a place above the clouds,
the only way there is to make God proud.
Proud of his creation,
disappoint him and suffer his damnation.
No stroll through the Pearly gates,
Only a seat by the shore of burning lakes.
The Devil's slave for endless days,
to late to realize you chose the wrong way.

~Patrick Kolarik~

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