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Help Me

If you are good, you'll go to heaven.

At least that is what so many humans say.

Talking of golden streets,

no more tears,

eternal love,

and angels.

I don't want to go to heaven when I die.

I want to bring heaven to earth while I'm alive.

Who will help Me?

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wilna-mae-langley-1
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Published
Sep 5, 2013
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