After a heavy thrilling super,
off the journey my eyelid surrender.
Hovered, in search of the hereafter
where all saints was told will gather.
Empyrean, the heavens to admire,
Cuddled and pure fires,
A world golds, nothing is require.
Hear the angelic choir
so melodious and dulcet in the ear
that my imagination ran to tin air.
A paradise, an Elysium reversed mire.
The bible told crystal palace,
I was made to see at a glance.
A land of no replace
for those who cherish peace ease and forever ecstatic bliss.
Beauty is you O Lord of all universe.
Your grace glitters around the crystal palace.
I am quenched and thrilled no lies.
From my overnight stance.
Crystal palace, ace place of saints.
Oh, a place for souls of no stains.
I want to be there, a place of no pains.
A place whose God’s grace obtained.
Who is worthy to sail the land of all gain?
He whose crimes is bought and paid.


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Author: Judaisky

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