Heaven is the house of love and majesty,
Inside its domain is the archery of deeds,
Lifting arrows of justice as they roam into view.
Heavenly men and women shall deter
The devils and demons of this celebration,
A reality of the illness is a deed of deeds.
Surely, the disease of the Satan is apology
After apology, leaving the blossoming trees
In terror as the fruit falls downwards forever.
My heavenly bridge is a lonely affair,
The fair maidens must be a strategic element
Of the periodic tables that reside in the heavens.
Heaven is the hostile planet for all evil,
That is the goodness of all tongues and fires
That hover inwardly to reduce the affairs.
Men and women are heavenly if souls
Destroy the other souls who portray madness.
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Lovely poem indeed. Through a mystic route, you have explained the journey of goodness and the futility of worthless notions. The concluding lines of the poem say it all: Men and women are heavenly if souls / Destroy the other souls who portray madness.