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What if when u die and you get to finally materialise on top of Mount Helion
And are asked by the gathering hordes below the ravaged ridges and ageless plateaus
Screaming and swelling in their endless millions
Dressed in white shawls or naked trying to hide their opaque corrupted faces
All begging and asking what was heaven like on Earth
When you were once birthed by two of the multitude of the ever-changing races
Did you find love or chose to rebel outrageously with sin like one of us
Blindly led by the Almighty's fallen six-winged felon
How would you answer their crying questions
And share the essence of your time and spirits progression
All those deeply mystifying souls defining secrets
Of all those sometimes happy or sad painful moments or transmigrational souls lessons
Did you evade the nine circles whilst on your life's work
Its sacred and only divine mission
From the first circle to the last
Did you knowingly avoid been allocated
Depending on the results which are worn permanently for eternity
By everlasting bright shiny eyes which forever see through all your soul's many ever-changing masks
One of the hottest places in the Inferis
That is devoted for those foolish in times of great moral crisis
Who choose to defend their all with an air of self-importance and impartiality
While avoiding sharing their love for all life
Wherever it be
Like it was a sanctified oath of their choice of Gods morality
Copyright John Duffy
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