A Getting Into Heaven

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

More people are seen out shopping,
To replace old souls for new.
And demons seeking souls to trade,
Accepted them to pawn with alibis too.
With promises whatever they got in trade,
No one would know those souls were used.
And when the time comes,
They could trick and fool...
A getting into Heaven.
With halos too!
And The Almighty there,
Would certainly approve...
Them getting into Heaven,
To trick and fool.

But when they had arrived at the gate,
With used souls and faith to fake...
Every 'Angel' there already knew,
No one enters Heaven to trick and fool.
And when they had arrived at the gate,
With used souls and faith to fake....
Every 'Angel' there already knew,
The Almighty wouldn't approve.

More people are seen out shopping,
To replace old souls for new.
And demons seeking souls to trade,
Accepted them to pawn with alibis too.
With promises whatever they got in trade,
No one would know those souls were used.
And when the time comes,
They could trick and fool...
A getting into Heaven.
With halos too!

But when they had arrived at the gate,
With used souls and faith to fake...
Every 'Angel' there already knew,
No one enters Heaven to trick and fool.
Not even a forgiving Almighty would approve.

Don't sell your soul to demons to fake faith.
A getting into Heaven can't be tricked or fool.
Don't sell your soul to demons to fake faith.
A getting into Heaven can't be tricked or fool.
A getting into Heaven can't be tricked or fool.

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