Heaven is as large as all skies
To dwell in ever the soul tries
It has seven guarded gates
Believers in without debates
The weather there always spring
No cold no heat no lightning
Fresh water shadow cool breeze
Nice gardens all kinds of trees
Rivers of milk honey and wine
Bird meat tempting fruits that shine
Apple to mouth fast does decline
Lads to serve stand in line
Man and God are the same
Quickly exists what he proclaims
People return to youngness
One in need for mistress
Shy virgin girls in their teens
Round straight bosoms on him lean
Has touched them none before
Like new car from the store
Bliss can contain all mankind
Provided they're not blind
Love God pray and obey
In nirvana ever you stay.
4/16/2014
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