My first poem. The words practically burst out of me as I was on my bike.

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Heaven is a beautiful place

to die into

A place with no mourning

No crying

and even no pain

Where every tear

is wiped away

It can make you feel

quite warm at heart

–

Heaven is a beautiful place

to die into

A place where all kinds of people

From the greatest of saints to

the worst of criminals

are all redeemed

in the face of God

It can make you feel

quite wonderful indeed.

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Yes, heaven is a beautiful place

to die into

A place where introverts and extroverts

can live in harmony

Where the most divisive of people

lose their animosity

Where people of all colours

rejoice in unison

for achieving their goal

Of scraping past

the narrow gate

It can make you feel

quite lucky to be there.

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But father,

Will you still see heaven

as a beautiful place

If you don’t see me inside?