Thursday, August 9, 2018

The Laureate-Paradise


Paradise

At death you will find paradise...
I’ll tell you what I mean.
It will your every bane excise
and all that in-between.

Your debts erased...none may you sue,
you now respond to God...
except, that atheists argue
there is no God to curse or laud.

So, if you bet both red or black,
some say that way you cannot lose...
obey your God or zodiac,
then pray this day on which you choose

For it now is your progeny
that sends your rhyme throughout all  time
and God’s decree eternally,
may ever spread His paradigm.



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