Heaven
The rise and fall don't matter.
Good and evil never count.
The rustle and gurgle.
The heat and chills.
I put it there for you.
You rush around, running blindly,
Towards the hazy goals.
Stop for a sec and enjoy the gifts,
These pleasantries of heaven.
How could I not be angry!
You are all just blind to my Gifts and Blessings.
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