Everyone wants the keys to the kingdom,
some overrun and squeeze to cheat the system,
a hired gun like dead shot with the headshot
for the cheese and the income.
But the fun will one day come
at a price from some wisdom,
as you cannot rise to beat prophesies
to rest within God’s rhythm,
only the faithful eyes,
humble feet and prayerful knees uprise,
and take a seat next to melodic angels
past pearly gates,
welcoming philanthropic souls with worthy fates.
So in time,
only time will tell,
where your logic dwells,
should you cease to lose your inhibition,
for a lifetime of peace
with a Godly cognition.
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