Balmy days
            bound in Arcadia's summer; lightly whispered
            secrets, drifting beside forgotten pathways
            sheltered in the umbra of nooks and hedgerows,
            breathlessly confide

Stolen dreams
            awaken sultry mornings where love erupts
            from ripened seed to bloom, eliciting
            a fondness and a fawning that summer's end
            is fated to consume

Timeless moments
            captured for eternity within ring-
            binders of the living trees, Arcadia's
            old sentinels take pity on lovers
            lorn of keepsake memories

Summer fades
            yet ever in Arcadia, summer shields
            the land from autumn gloom and lovers lorn
            will ever have a place here, where summer
            keeps a vigil on their tomb

Death is not the end, it's just a change of state
When your soul departs this earth, you will meet your fate
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Of the places that you'll go, there are only two
One of happiness and bliss, one of pain and woe
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The choice is NOT your own [1]...it's called the Sovereignty of God
Will you walk upon the Sea [2], on its esplanade?
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You will if you're Elect, and if not you'll burn in Hell
To be Elect is NOT your choice, against this doctrine men rebel
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Your religion doesn't matter, "Salvation's of the Lord" [3]
Read the Holy Bible, His Word His Twoedged Sword [4]

[1] Calvinism
[2] Rev 4:6 (Crystal Sea)
[3] Jonah 2:9
[4] Heb 4:12