Your interesting praxis is all I need today,
A theory built on every word,
That I have heard you say.
Torn in half by preachers,
The bible we accuse,
The world is made from choices,
That we alone will choose.
Without a true built answer,
We decide on a surmise,
To ponder during moonlight,
Until the next sunrise.
The Heaven I envision,
Is one unlike our own,
Where the roads are paved from ice,
And the clouds are made of stone.
We base our lives on a book,
The Bible's live portend,
Are we just misunderstanding,
What is this bliss that we pretend?
I wanted not to be the harbringer,
Of such unthankful news,
The world is made from choices,
That we alone will choose.













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I'm so sorry.
-Kaelee
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