Heaven is the Limit
The stratosphere is the boundary; We only animate in one vitality.
Our duration on earth is limited,
as one kingdom down to the epoch.
Parallel by flank as one,
we stand.
The sky is the limit.
There is only one
man, who can,
indeed, gratify your flesh.
Furnish God an opportunity.
In any contour, structure, or
fashion,
God will always be there.
The atmosphere is the limitation.
Don't ever b up,
albeit, you
have declined to
your lowest.
The sky is the limit.
Reach out and kneel to God.
Shout it out, boisterous! The utopias, the
world.
The skies are the limit
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Author Notes
This is an older poem I wrote years ago
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