Soul Soup

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All good children go to heaven
A city of gold and dazz-ling' lights
Love, not war: an end to fights
Angels flying to and fro
Always having a place to go
And then theres Him, on His throne
Watching His people sing in sweet tone
So different from the world today
Where we lead ourselves into dismay
By our twisted actions and ideals
Image-obsessed, detatched from whats real.
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There's no such thing as a mirror in heaven..



"He who has an ear, let him hear." (Revelation 13:9)