Once heaven looked like a good destination,
one that you would only see when you permanently
close your eyes,
and a heap of soil stacked over you - of course if you are
lucky
We believed, because we needed to believe in something,
We needed to believe something that assures as a shred of immortality
Who wouldn't to live forever?
On Sundays, when going to church was part of the school routine
Just like eating, we trooped to church and sung
Our little hearts incredibly joyous
For it was the only time you would be singled out for a beating,
at least no then,
Heaven was within our grasp
Years later, we realize that no one tells you
that you have to pay bills as you wait to go to heaven,
and the wait is pretty darn long
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