I Wonder if Heaven is Clean

I wonder if Heaven is clean.

And the houses are made of white gloss.

And the only way is straight.

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Or is Heaven a mess?

And the houses are made of green moss.

And the only way is on figure skates.

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I wonder if Heaven is ordered.

And the ocean has no noise.

And a flower never dies.

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Or is Heaven strife?

And the ocean has a voice.

And the flowers have eyes.

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I wonder if Heaven is bright.

And the night never comes.

And the rain is to cease.

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Or is Heaven dark?

And the night comes with drums.

And it rains only grease.

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I wonder if Heaven is lame.

And all the people are the same,

Never playing any games.

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Or is Heaven fun?

But all the people are overrun,

Being chased by guns.

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The Blade of Grass

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/zmftok/comment/j0aujol/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

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Found an old poem in my phone about depression

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/zmb0ot/comment/j0au5ju/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3