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You call to me like  a scream from a wounded animal appealing to my superior presence as if i can take all your pain away, in effect, all i can really do is take you out of your misery, and deliver you to a place filled with the umost comfort.  One smattered with white clouds, and harps and wings.  The sun casting a golden glow upon the heads of the long gone.

  What if this place had flaws?  would it upset you? Would the imperfection in a priceless jewl diminish its value?  This is true.  A scratch in the seamless surface of heaven is just he same.  It is a blemish on the beautiful skin of religion, belief and even love.  What is love but religion?  We live to love and some live for god, there is no difference whether you live for, or to something since it is all existence, and existence is everything. Whether you breathe, or cease to, or even wish the ability to, you exist, you are here.

Although our world is corrupt like rusted iron, and heaven is supposedly pure as gold, wouldnt our hateful, love-filled souls tarnish the golden glow of eternal life? the reward for repentance.

And what is the divider between lower animals and us?  We see them as senseless cretains of our planets, and yet we press laws to conserve them.  They function on instinct, which is the purest form of action.  Wouldnt their purity be more suitable for heaven rather than us?

Description
You call to me like  a scream from a wounded animal appealing to my superior presence as if i can take all your pain away, in effect, all i can really do is take you out of your misery, and deliver you to a place filled with the umost comfort.  One smattered with white clouds, and harps and wings.  The sun casting a golden glow upon the heads of the long gone.

  What if this place had flaws?  would it upset you? Would the imperfection in a priceless jewl diminish its value?  This is true.  A scratch in the seamless surface of heaven is just he same.  It is a blemish on the beautiful skin of religion, belief and even love.  What is love but religion?  We live to love and some live for god, there is no difference whether you live for, or to something since it is all existence, and existence is everything. Whether you breathe, or cease to, or even wish the ability to, you exist, you are here.

Although our world is corrupt like rusted iron, and heaven is supposedly pure as gold, wouldnt our hateful, love-filled souls tarnish the golden glow of eternal life? the reward for repentance.

And what is the divider between lower animals and us?  We see them as senseless cretains of our planets, and yet we press laws to conserve them.  They function on instinct, which is the purest form of action.  Wouldnt their purity be more suitable for heaven rather than us?