Heaven Or Hell? - Poem by Arron Fowler
What is this? Wreckedge, or Golden oppertunity.
Where do my feet trample? Heaven or hell.
Hatred lies, run amok in my comunity.
All of us slaves with a soul that's to sell.
You can own Everything, but only for a dollar.
Government taxing at costly expense.
Working so hard, Your tied up at the collar.
Satans got power and strength, thats immense.
Greatness still walks, it's here in the shadows.
Waiting for day, and the strike, at its evil.
Free will be people! , to stride along meadows.
Earth will return, what a grand ol retreval.
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