Heaven are you really there?
Are you an actual creation
That merits my fervent prayer,
Or a mere figment of my imagination?
As I scan the skies, I wonder what one day I'll find…
A supernatural place of magnanimous proportion?
That only a deity could have designed,
Or nothing more than religious extortion.
What is out there that may await me…
A fourth dimension of unlimited rewards?
Heaven help me; please don't bait me.
I beg you from down here in the midst of the hoards.
Until that moment arrives and I pass from this earth,
I will maximize all positive abilities I can employ.
I will love and truly live each moment with mirth,
Believing reward will be eternal happiness and joy.
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