You realize on judgement day that you are next in line. You check yourself over to see if your spirit shines. But there looms a dark shadow where the innocent part used to be. You left it on the internet for all the world to see. You flashed your skin and your smiles. Oh, you thought you looked nice. You forgot that your body's supposed to be a living sacrifice. You're looking for a friend or someone to caress your face. I'm sorry, no, not here. This is heaven's space. We do not have computers, or digital pictures to upload. We are headed to gate twelve, where the streets are paved with gold. I am so sorry for you. You cannot come in. I believe you have a reservation downstairs in the lion's den. The enemy prowls like a lion, seeking one to devour. I think he's checking some space dot com. They are logging in by the hour. Step aside please; the folks behind you have waited so long. They are welcome up here where we're going, in Heaven's space dot com.
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