To Hell with the Devil
The sun shines
The grass is green
This could be heaven
Dull yes dull, but heaven
The surf crashes
The wind braces
The sirens cry heaven
They beckon unto heaven
Book cases two floors high
Sulfur smell of cheap sci-fi
So many versions of heaven
Agnostic’s limbo, apostate’s heaven
Friends to dine with
Beloved to drink wine with
Relatives celebrating heaven
Children are a promise to heaven
Peace is heaven
Excitement is heaven
Knowledge is heaven
Those we love are heaven
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