We pray to Heaven
We pray to Heaven
We prate of Heaven
Relate when Neighbors die
At what o’clock to heaven they fled
Who saw them Wherefore fly?
Is Heaven a Place a Sky a Tree?
Location’s narrow way is for Ourselves
Unto the Dead
There’s no Geography
But State Endowal Focus
Where Omnipresence fly?
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